I was three days old the first time I saw Father Polycarp Okeke's hands shake. He was pouring holy water over my head. A drop fell into my eyes before the prayer began. I remember the cold. I remember his eyes refusing to meet mine. I remember my mother laughing in the front pew and a nun weeping at the back. I did not understand, at three days old, why a priest trembles over a baby. I understand now. I am eighteen years old. I have died three times. And tonight, I am walking up the hill to St. Anthony's Mission to ask Father Polycarp Okeke a question he has been waiting eighteen years for me to ask. But memory is a door that swings both ways. The letter waiting on my pillow when I came home this morning was written in my own handwriting, in handwriting that has been dead since 1962, and it says four words I cannot stop reading: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

Adunni is 19, deaf since birth, and the most dangerous person living beneath Oshodi bridge, because she can feel things no one else can. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀｡ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀｡ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗺｡ When her brother sells her to armed men, and she takes a bullet escaping, she collapses at the feet of a beautiful Hausa market seller who hides her, heals her, and looks at her like she's worth seeing. Ladi is gentle. Ladi is kind. Ladi makes Adunni want to trust again for the first time since her little sister died in her arms. Ladi is also an undercover government agent hunting a terrorist cell that's moving bomb-grade explosives through the colonial-era tunnels beneath the train tracks. And Adunni, the girl who reads vibrations, is the most valuable intelligence asset in Lagos. By the time Adunni discovers the truth, she's already in love. By the time Ladi can tell it, the train is already moving. And there's a bomb inside it. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙋𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙤. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨... 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮❟ 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮❟ 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮... 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣.

A curse is merging their bodies cell by cell, and the only thing more terrifying than becoming one person is how badly they're starting to want it.

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝? SIMPLE... YOU BREAK TIME. My name is Camryn. I talk to a ghost in my phone who calls me his wife. He says he's from the future. He says he loves me. He says I die tomorrow. He lied. The truth is worse. It's a fracture in time. Every message pulls him closer, and every step toward him breaks the world I know. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘞𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥-𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸. Every season, the river takes a bride. Every season, a girl walks into the black water and never returns. The covenant is ancient. The god is hungry. This season, Ama is chosen. But Ama doesn't drown. A stranger who is scarred, silent, and speaking a language she has never heard pulls her from the water. He will not explain why he saved her. He will not tell her what he's running from. And she cannot ask, because the river took her voice as payment for the life it was denied. Now she is cursed. Voiceless. Hunted by something older than the dust they run on. And the only person standing between her and the water's teeth is a man whose hands know how to save... and how to destroy. ♦ 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗔𝗳𝗿𝗼-𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗸𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲❟ 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰❟ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁 ♦ 𝗗𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗣𝗢𝗩 - 𝗮 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗿 ♦ 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗲❟ 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝘀𝗵❟ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗻 𝗘𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘜𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 · 𝘛𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺 · 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺 ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: violence, sexual content, grief, spiritual horror, themes of sacrifice. 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 (𝟭𝟳+) - 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱

They gave him eleven days' notice. Obiajulu Odumegwu-Nnaji wanted to be a surgeon. What he got was a wedding to a woman whose family had been killing his for forty years, and a truce that everyone swore would hold. It held for four years. Long enough to learn her coffee order. Long enough for a daughter. Then the lights went out in his father's house, and Obi opened a door he should never have opened, and everything he thought he knew about his wife was standing on the other side of it with blood on her hands. He ran. He took their daughter, he crossed an ocean, he buried his own name, and he did not look back for five years. She found him anyway. Moremi Ademola-Doherty has spent five years and everything she owns hunting the man who left. She wants two things: her husband, and her child. He is going to tell her their daughter is dead. Two Houses. One war they didn't start. A daughter who saw everything and said nothing, because nobody ever asked her the right way. Every family in this book has a wound. This is the one that never closed. ⚠️ Mature. Violence, grief, and one lie you will not forgive him for.