Death wears a veil (book one)

Ashthorne is a town drowning in grief. In the past two years, an unseen predator has turned its streets into graveyards, leaving behind shattered families and whispers of a curse. The killer is known only as the widow maker, a faceless figure who marks each victim with a black mourning veil, a symbol of the sorrow he leaves behind.

But his murders are not random. Each death feels deliberate, chosen, as though part of some dark ritual that no one can decipher. The widow maker does not kill for pleasure, he kills to create loss, to make the living suffer in the aftermath of death.

As fear corrodes the town, suspicion turns neighbor against neighbor, and the line between the hunter and the hunted begins to blur. For in Ashthorne, death does not come quietly, it wears a veil, and it is already watching.