“Father,” the one now holding a knife to my throat said to Lucien, “is rather put out that you didn’t […]

Part Two – Cursebreaker The cold was what hit me first. Brisk, crisp cold, laced with loam and rotting things.

Brannagh ran her fingers through Ianthe’s golden hair, clicking her tongue at the bloodied pulp cradled in her lap. “Going

Ianthe wasn’t done. I knew it—braced myself for it. She didn’t flit back to her temple a few miles away.

Tamlin paced in front of the hearth in his study, every turn as sharp as a blade. “They are our

Brannagh and Dagdan looked like they’d just found second breakfast waiting for them. Jurian had his sword out, the two

A set of keys to the estate gates had gone missing. But after last night’s incident, Tamlin didn’t appear to

I crawled back to the manor two hours after midnight, too exhausted to last until dawn. Especially when I noted

Summer Solstice was exactly as I had remembered: streamers and ribbons and garlands of flowers everywhere, casks of ale and

The spring woods fell silent as we rode between the budding trees, birds and small furred beasts having darted for