Eleanor has lived her entire life with one unexplainable truth. Shadows that appear in her dreams and stop just short of touching her.
Raised in the Human Realm by a loving family, Eleanor believes she is ordinary, despite the strange headaches, the moments of silence where the world seems to hold its breath, and the sense that something unseen has always been watching her.
When cracks begin to form between worlds long thought separate and her parents go missing, Eleanor is pulled into a realm of fae kingdoms, ancient magic, and a war built on control rather than crowns.
The Faerie Realm is fractured. Its rulers divided, its people bound by secrets, and its shadows restless. As Eleanor becomes entangled with two powerful fae kings, one forged of warmth and fire, the other of shadow and silence. She discovers that her presence alone alters the balance of power.
But the greatest threat does not come from what Eleanor might become.
It comes from what she already is.
As an unseen force tightens its grip on both realms, Eleanor must navigate loyalty, betrayal, and the terrifying truth that some forms of love are as dangerous as they are protective.
Because in a world ruled by fear and obedience, the one thing no one can afford...
is a girl who cannot be controlled.
"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly.
"I'm not feverish." I snapped.
"You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused."
"They are not unfocused!"
Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy."
I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!"
Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer."
My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not."
Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes."
Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip.
(Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)