Looking for a richly worldbuilt fantasy series by an indie author in the tradition of Patrick Rothfuss's The Name of the Wind? And one that will finish?

Step into Sveltagrad. From the ash-haired nomads Kovari, to the Paladins whose faith-fueled Glory can mend shattered bone and conjure spectral doubles, this is a world where gods are many, loyalties are tangled, and the road is never safe for long. Ancient forests give way to the wild borderlands where skinwalkers wear human flesh like garments. Fortress-cities like rise from coastal cliffs in bleeding red and black stone, forging holy warriors in catacombs beneath the waves. Across the Sea, the desert kingdom of Sabal-Rih smolders with the scars of crusade, its secrets buried in the sand alongside. And caught between all of it — between pagan fire and paladin light, between the warmth of a mother's arms and the cold of a world that calls his people heathens — stands a boy  whose gifts may be the salvation or ruin of everything he loves. Sveltagrad is vast, unforgiving, and alive with mystery.

Are you ready to walk its roads?