I changed the title

When I first started this book, I called it The Thirteenth Hour. It made sense. It was literal. It pointed at the core of the story. Those lost minutes, that impossible space between the real world and whatever the hell lives under it.

But somewhere along the line, it started to feel… predictable. Like something I’d seen before. Something you could scroll past on a shelf and barely remember. That’s not this story.

This book is about being the last thread holding everything together. It’s about legacy, obsession, and what happens when time itself starts to unravel.

So I changed it.

Escapement is a horology term. the part of a watch that controls the release of energy. It’s what makes the tick happen. But it’s also what stops the whole thing from spinning out of control.

That’s Luther. That’s the story. That’s the title.