witchcraft

Born beyond the forest’s breath, in the soot-stained belly of Hollowmere City, where wires choked the sky and rain forgot the taste of earth. She was mortal. Fleshed and flawed. But something ancient stirred when she crossed the Veil. The Deepwild did not open for strangers. Yet the brambles...

Rumours may be false, but plenty got some truth to them. And when you might hear that a bad omen is upon you, oh what could you do but find the weavers of fate to dispel the lies from truth. The ancient witch remained in a hut, small and haunted in a forest rarely explored by even the bravest...

Plockton wasn't much of a settlement. It would have barely deserved the title of town somewhere more civilised but by the standards of this backwater it ranked as a metropolis. Four days ride off the main road linking Belgrath and Alliria. The majority of merchants passing through seemed to...