The Hex-Wolf Medusa

When the black snow falls, the city holds its breath. In the tunnels below and the towers above, a ringmaster with a smile like a knife unveils his masterpiece: the Hex-Wolf Medusa-part machine, part myth, all hunger. Stitched from wolves and wire, crowned with serpentine minds and brass wings, it is the showpiece of an iron menagerie built to keep a restless city mesmerised.

But the city remembers its debts. As curfew bells thicken the fog and steam chokes the narrow streets, three unlikely allies are drawn beneath the big top's gaslight: a runaway machinist with grease under her nails, a gutter-born pickpocket who trusts only what he can steal, and a weary constable who has seen too much to keep believing in order. Between them lies a choice-feed the machine that feeds on them... or break its teeth.

The Hex-Wolf Medusa is a gothic-steampunk tale of smoke, sorrow, and stubborn hope-about the monsters we make, the families we find, and the cost of looking away.