Julian Cross stopped speaking the language of hope the night he lost his brother. Now, at twenty-three, he drifts through Chicago like a ghost who hasn't realized he's dead-bartending, chain-smoking, and pretending that survival counts as living. Then he meets Mara Quinn. She's quiet where he's cautious, sharp where he's soft. She doesn't flinch at his silences or the weight he carries. In the half-light of winter, they become each other's hiding place-two broken people mistaking recognition for rescue. But love built on grief is a house without doors. As Julian begins to feel again, Mara starts to disappear behind her own walls. What begins as comfort becomes dependence, then distance, then the kind of quiet that no apology can fill. Told in haunting prose and raw confession, Where the Quiet Lives is a story about the intimacy of silence, the ache of survival, and the people who teach us that some loves aren't meant to be healed-they're meant to be remembered.

Every thousand years, the gods demand a love story. Aeloria Vale, the devout yet restless priestess of Solynne, has spent her life preparing to serve the goddess of Light - a divinity that answers only through silence and fire. On the morning of her Choosing, she wakes from a dream of blood and wings - and of a man whose name burns on her tongue like a sin. Kael Draven, the last warrior of a ruined bloodline, carries a curse older than his kingdom. Bound to a dragon and haunted by the voice of the Reaper of Dusk, he dreams of a woman he's never met - and of the countless times he's killed her. When war ignites between their realms, destiny draws them together once more. Their souls recognize what their minds cannot: they have loved and destroyed each other across a thousand lifetimes, each death sealing the divine curse that shackles the world of Velithra in eternal twilight. But something has changed. In this life, she is not a girl of faith, and he is not a man of mercy. In this life, they remember too much. And the gods are growing restless. In a realm where dragons are worshiped as gods, fae courts weave truth into lies, and love itself is an act of rebellion, Aeloria and Kael must decide whether to break the curse - or become the very monsters it created. Lyrical, sensual, and unflinchingly dark, When the Moon Bleeds into Dawn is a sweeping romantasy of divine punishment, immortal love, and the thin line between devotion and damnation.