JenniferMoor
An Atmospheric Dark Fantasy of Language, Memory, and Becoming
In a fortress carved from ancient bone and built to contain the un-containable, a boy named Thom is marked by the curse feared above all others: the Mouth.
He arrives at the Bastion-a place where wolf-blooded are broken, remade, or buried-expecting training, exile, maybe death. But what he finds is worse. The Bastion doesn't just hold danger. It repeats it. The same names. The same rites. The same patterns. And somewhere beneath the stone and marrow lies a voice older than god or monster: unfinished, recursive, hungry.
As the bones beneath the fortress begin to stir, and the glyphs start rewriting themselves, Thom must decide whether he will become the vessel the Bastion demands... or the sentence that ends it.
A lyrical and slow-burning dark fantasy told in breath and fracture, Wolfsbane in Winter explores language as prison, ritual as recursion, and silence as liberation.
Some stories are not told.
They are remembered.
And some should never be spoken twice.