When an old arson case flickers back to life in restless Hollowbrook, Detective Mira Lorne and the SCU must sift through misdirection and madness to find the truth among the ashes.

When a journalist is poisoned in Greyhaven, the Serious Crimes Unit must unravel a tangled conspiracy amid the city’s decaying grandeur. As misdirection clouds their path, the truth comes at a price.

When a child vanishes during Smokefall’s Fog Lantern Vigil, the Serious Crimes Unit faces a web of lies and power, risking everything to expose the poison lurking behind the town’s industrial haze.

When a teenager’s apparent suicide unsettles rugged Driftwood Cove, the Verrowind Serious Crimes Unit navigates lies, threats, and hidden beliefs to expose the truth beneath the waves.

In the haunted hush of Briar’s Edge, the Serious Crimes Unit faces a labyrinth of secrets, false leads, and betrayal as they race to solve a murder before the past is buried forever.

In 235 BC, as Rome’s ambitions threaten Tarquinii, Livia risks everything to defend her city’s freedom and heritage.

In the turbulence of 101 BC Rome, a senator’s daughter and a foreign prisoner risk everything for a love born of courage and compassion.

In 1244, as Montségur endures its final siege, a young healer is drawn into perilous secrets, desperate resistance, and choices that will determine the fate of her faith.

In 915 AD Ireland, a young monastic scribe is swept into the maelstrom of Viking raids and political intrigue, risking all for unity, truth, and friendship.

In 240 AD, a young Roman centurion must lead his men and forge uneasy alliances as the Danube frontier erupts with threats, treachery, and hope.

I shouldn’t be telling you this, but beneath the mud and wire of an old war, there’s a stairwell that leads to places and faces you’re not meant to see—some of them might even be your own.

I once heard about the old carnival where silence holds its breath and a melody waits beneath the dust, ready to claim the names of those who listen.

I don’t believe this, but I suppose you deserve to hear what really happened that summer, when the vacant lot at the end of the cul-de-sac started to attract more than stray cats and lost baseballs. Shadows can’t multiply, can they?

I once heard of a child who kept a dangerous secret, trapped beneath a hill where the shadows breathe and the lantern’s flame flickers even when no wind stirs.

“I once heard a story about a school where names and secrets were carved deep, and a child’s game invited something that would not sleep. Laugh if you like, but the echoes still linger.”

Someone once told me love changes in whispers, the kind that linger like music after the last note. Tonight, beneath candlelight, I recall a garden blooming at twilight where rivalry became something softer, and promises echoed long after the music faded.

“It began with a letter left behind, a single thread weaving rival hearts under the gentle glow of roses and candlelight. Sometimes, the stories we tell are only half the truth, until a rainy day and a borrowed umbrella invite the rest to bloom.”

Within candlelit corners of the Velvet Quill Café, a painter’s story unfolds: of a hopeful dreamer, a letter lost and found, and a love that endures even as the world tries to pull it apart.

Beneath candlelight’s hush, I offer a memory of a love almost lost, where a faded photograph and a rooftop of roses ask if hearts can ever truly say goodbye.

In the hush of the Café, where candlelight dances and velvet curtains sigh, I remember a love rekindled by art, memory, and the courage to finally speak what was always true.