The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin
We stood in a line, five fugitives staring out at the ghost of the old world rising from the Wastes.
"Sector 99," Wolfy whispered. He was consulting his datapad. The screen flickered with low battery, casting a blue light on his pale, dusty face. "The charts say this area is empty. Just radiation and glass."
"The charts lied," Barzil said grimly. He stood tall, hand resting on his weapon, assessing the threat level of the ruins.
I didn't look at the charts. I looked at the tallest tower in the center of the ruins—a spire that looked hauntingly like a broken, rusted version of the Citadel.