If Gabriel de León’s candlelit confession to the vampire historian hooked you, you’ll sink right into The Name of the Wind. Kvothe, hiding as an innkeeper, sits down with the Chronicler and unspools his own legend—duels, forbidden knowledge, and the making of a monster/hero—much like Gabriel laying out the truth behind the Silversaints, the Daysdeath, and the stained history of Ashdrinker. You get that same intimate, myth-deconstructing voice, the sense that every boast conceals a wound, and every miracle demands a price.

If the brutal, smoky aftermath of the Daysdeath and Gabriel’s butcher’s path through vampire courts spoke to you, The Black Company delivers that same hard-bitten feel. Croaker records the Company’s campaigns under the Lady with the same weary candor you heard in Gabriel’s voice—battles where saints feel far away, choices look like sins in better lighting, and loyalty is forged in gore. It’s a world where a silversaint’s oath would buckle—and yet men still stand their ground.

Haunted by Gabriel’s fractured devotion—the Silver Order’s rites, relics like Ashdrinker, and battles against night-born heresies? In Black Sun Rising, Father Damien Vryce must partner with Gerald Tarrant, a terrifying figure who wields nightmare like a sacrament. It echoes Gabriel’s struggle with sacred duty in a world where miracles cut both ways and salvation might require clasping hands with the damned—much like those uneasy alliances he forges while the Forever King’s shadow spreads.

If you were compelled by Gabriel’s knife-edged choices—slaughter in service of a higher cause, love turned to fury, and lines crossed for Dior’s sake—Prince of Thorns gives you that raw, confessional pull. Jorg Ancrath narrates his rise with the same blistering candor you heard in Gabriel’s voice as he dismantled the legends of the Silversaints. It’s a tour through conscience and carnage where redemption, if it exists, comes at the steepest price.

If the sprawling scope of vampire bloodlines, the Forever King’s dominion, crusading orders, and centuries of hidden history lit you up, Gardens of the Moon opens onto an even wider battlefield. The Malazan Empire, Ascendants as old as legend, and sorceries that reshape cities deliver that same sense of depth you felt when Gabriel peeled back the lore around the Silversaints and the Daysdeath—only here the map keeps unfolding, and every faction has a past sharp enough to cut.