The Paradise Gate

Whosoever hath collared the devil best not let slip the leash... Cracks are forming. In the Gates of reality. In the seams of a universe abandoned by its author. In the brittle heart of a lonely girl. In the opalescent eyes of the Wytch Wyrd. In the clean clay skin of an old gypsy Listener. In the fragile foundations...

However Soft Your Symphony

On your eighteenth birthday, the name of your soulmate appears on your wrist. Maisy's soulmate isn't quite who she expected. {COMPLETE}