When Iron Gods Sleep

From publisher blurb:

Upon the tempest-torn peninsula of Kanis, where bramble-coated cliffs plummet into black surf and the stars are veiled by ash and salt-fog, the tribes once walked in uneasy balance. Now, shattered banners flutter in the wind — some blood-red, others bone-white — as a fractured people clutch at visions of glory. An ancient regime, born in iron and shadow, clings to rule through cruelty and the whispered rites of older, darker things. But from the hinterlands and obsidian slopes, a new kind of voice rises — one hoarse with fire, broken oaths, and memory. Yours. You are no king. Not yet. But you are hunted like one.