Power wasn't just about being number one.
It was about owning the chart.
Kasia presented the target over a secure video call. Her image was crisp on my screen, her expression one of cool analysis.
"Inkwell Press. A boutique fantasy and sci-fi print publisher based in Kraków. Founded in 1998. Respected in literary circles, but financially drowning. They bet big on a translated grimdark series that flopped. Debts: €300,000. Assets: a backlist of fifty titles, a small but loyal reader base, and a reputation for quality."
I pulled up their website. It looked dated. The sort of place that published beautiful, unprofitable hardcovers.
"Why them?" I asked.
