You shouldn't tempt a goddess. Eleanor knows very well not to draw attention to herself, especially not from the ruthless Soliste. Ever since a bargain binds her to their city, the goddess demands a sacrifice. Each year she is back for more, and those who are picked suffer a horrendous fate. The goddess doesn't know mercy, she only knows hunger. Still, Eleanor deems herself save from the curse, just like many do. Because it is never someone you know who pays the price. It is never you. Until it is. ⚠️𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ Although this book doesn't contain smut, there are some graphic descriptions of violence that might make it unsuitable for some readers. Given English isn't my first language, it might also have some "triggering" spelling and grammar errors.

Poems for restless souls

𝟏𝟔𝟗𝟐 A woman engulfed in flames screams from the pyre that she will make the town weave its destruction. Disregarding her promise, the townsfolk throw her ashes into the waves. As the tide swirls in, sailors drown, and women begin to hear whispers of what the sea could offer were they to betray their town. 𝟓𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 The young inquisitor Rowan patrols the beach as he stumbles upon a bottle near the cliffs. There is a message inside, asking the dead witch for help. Rowan realizes he needs to act before the curse destroys what little remains of their once blossoming village.