In Galdrowen, where every leaf remembers, a string of quiet deaths points to a poison no Thornspine ever made. I went looking for a culprit and found instead the shape of my own old mistake.
Salt-Ink and the Silent Bell of Elavorn’s Rest
When Naelira Tideloom salvages a court diary from the drowned stones of Vaelorien, its ink begins to write fresh lines that refuse to dry. To keep her city safe, she must learn whether the diary is a warning, a lure, or a mirror of her own fear.
The Tide in My Ink
In Elavorn’s Rest, people drown on rooftops under a cloudless sky. Naelira Tideloom records the truth, until she realizes her own words may be teaching the town how to die.
Whispers Beneath the Ashen Spire
In the heart of Thar Zûl, young diplomat Elarin Wildbloom finds that the greatest dangers are not always born of fire, but of secrets whispered beneath volcanic stone.
Roots of Shadow, Branches of Light
When Beastkin scout Thalia uncovers a plot that could shatter peace in Galdrowen, she must risk her heritage, her heart, and her place in the forest to unravel a tangled web of lies.
The Heartroot Covenant
When a revered Vinebound elder vanishes from the depths of Duskfall Mire, whispers of treachery and forbidden pacts swirl through the Whispering Bloom, forcing Nyvra and her companions to confront both the shadows without and those lurking within.
Veil of Memories: A Bard’s Tale from Duskfall Mire
In Duskfall Mire’s restless twilight, ancient secrets and stolen memories draw rivals together. As suspicion and betrayal bloom, unlikely allies must brave deceitful paths to recover what was lost before darkness claims them all.
Aetherglass Hearts: The Night of Fractured Light
On the floating isles of Skyreach Spires, as the Prism Star blazed anew, a forbidden romance between a Luminari apprentice and an Aether-born artist threatened to shatter the fragile peace between the Order’s warring factions. On a night of splintered loyalties and surging magic, escape became their only hope—and the Spires themselves hung in the balance.
Hearts of Ash and Ember: A Nocturne Beneath the Blackened Spire
Bound by forbidden longing and the fire of revolution, I walked with Serakh across scorched Thar Zûl—risking death and betrayal to tip the volatile balance between the Choir of Ember and the old guard. In the shadow of awakening Cindermaws, we dared a pact that could shift the fate of flame itself.
Roots of Shadow, Petals of Laughter: My Prophetic Misadventure in Duskfall Mire
When a prophecy whispered my name through the mists of Duskfall Mire, I—Merrit Mossleap, amateur poet and professional mistake-maker—found myself on a quest to outwit dragons, dodge mind-twisting flora, and maybe, just maybe, save the future… or at least not trip over it.