❝ beware of those who enter the forest. ❞ They are creatures that born from the sublime and haunt those who wrongs them. It was the written rule the Nascherein was built upon, but to Leon Kiesinger, it was much greater than the imperial soldiers could hold. Sheltered away from the war and its decaying matter, he finds himself unable to avoid death, his haunting dreams told him to follow it, to see where it would lead him to. But it comes with a price, something that calls for a ghost among trees. © arden reni 2017 ― Featured as 'Hot Off the Press' | 04.18.18 ― Wattys Longlist | 08.31.18

APOLLINAIRE is the grandson of the oldest witch in the South. He's the first boy born in her line for three hundred years, and she guards him jealously, teaching him all the magic she knows before anyone else can corrupt him. Between his bloodline and his talent, there's a lot riding on his shoulders, all before he's twelve years old. And then his father sues for custody in the divorce. PAUL ST. ROSE is an emergency medic. At 21, it's not the end of his career path-or his schooling-but it's a good place to land and catch his breath. He's always done well in high-stress environments, managing to keep his cool even when the world is falling apart around him. But when his grandmother dies, he's pulled back into the life he used to lead: back into Old Mère's rickety trailer with the black soil garden out front; back into the social rough-and-tumble of his mother's side of the family, rife with petty backstabbing; back into who he used to be. Between the cold success of Paul and the honeysuckle-sweet occultism of Apollinaire, he crumbles under the weight of everything that he was supposed to be by now. He's always done well in high-stress environments. But what can he do when he's the one falling to pieces?

"This is the end of the world, boy, and only together can you prevent Hell from being unleashed upon us." first draft © 2019, arkhaic

『FROM YOUR SADNESS COMES YOUR DESPERATION. AND FROM YOUR DESPERATION COMES YOUR DEMISE.』 A fey daughter born in the Royal House of Elysium leaves home with a simple task. Steal 99 souls of the most miserable mortals in exchange for her freedom, in exchange for her right to her name. (#ONC prompt #32) © 2020, onethousandeyes

"GOD SAVE ANYONE WHO STANDS IN HER WAY." Even the painters couldn't capture the kind of darkness with which she made an empire bow. • winner of thefaefolk's book of the month • © sianna okaat 2017 • 284 in fantasy • 5 in #tarot •