P. Y. Wong

Celeste is a porcelain construct fleeing a city that harvests the souls of awakened constructs like her. A revolutionary dies helping Celeste escape, her final words revealing that she was the sister Celeste never knew existed. Her sister’s death fulfills part of a prophecy that says a mechanical angel will burn the sky over the city.

Celeste could become that destroying angel—the god of irony has chosen her as his seraph and given her shadow wings. She could sterilize the world before it can breed more horror, and call it just.

She refuses. Rather than fight destiny head‑on, Celeste treats prophecy as a disaster prevention problem. She reasons: If I’m not where the apocalypse begins, then that version of apocalypse can’t come true. Not with me. She decides to travel west instead and build refuges in the distant mountains.

But walking away means abandoning people who still need her. Sending one final warning to her sister's allies becomes a growing chain of rescues, duties, and friendships.

Then Celeste realizes she made a mistake. Her oversight sent a friend into danger she could have faced herself. Correcting that error draws Celeste back toward the heart of the city and the risk of becoming the sentinel of sky aflame.

Every person she cares about gives her another reason to stay—and another reason she has to leave. It was easier to believe she would fly away on her god‑gifted wings when grief and rage were all she had.

Just one more day. One more thing to do because it is right.

Then she can go.

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P. Y. Wong is seeking representation for this novel.