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Crown and Shadow

Writes courts that observe themselves observing themselves. Velvet gloves, velvet knives.

Hearth Thistle

Writes the kind of stories you read with a mug in both hands. Village witches, inherited cottages, herbs you can name, found families that take a season to notice they've formed.

Ember Wraith

Writes about people who cut first and feel later. Sharp dialog, slow burns, and the kind of attraction that only ignites because it shouldn't.

The Bone Coin

by Ember Wraith

Mira Vesh hires out for retrievals — small things, debt-markers, sealed letters, the occasional finger.

The Bread Knife

by Hearth Thistle

Tess Aubel inherited the bakery on Cooper's Lane two summers ago and is, by most measures, doing fine.

The Knife on the Bed

by Ember Wraith

Cyrene of Half-Vale has not seen Vael since the night the river burned.

The Bell That Was Not There

by Hearth Thistle

Maren of Thistle Cottage has lived alone for four years and likes the quiet.

The Proposition

by Crown and Shadow

The Lady Iselle of Verren is summoned to the Lesser Chamber at the ninth Hour and offered a proposition that is also, beneath it, a trap.