Before the archive. Before the feed. Before the myth hardened into machinery—there was only breath and fracture.

In the smoldering wake of American independence, the Whitman family walks the edge of a republic newly born—and already broken. Elias Whitman carries the weight of constitutional compromise in his lungs. His sister Miriam weaves protest into threadwork, her hymns outlawed before they're heard. And a young boy, unnamed until the final page, becomes the vessel for memory the founders tried to edit out.

Ashes of Liberty begins the Whitman saga as a fire not of victory, but reckoning. Where every civic breath costs blood, and every whisper may rewrite the story to come.

This is not a war novel.
It is a novel of what comes after the victory.
And what begins only once the monument cools.