Morena Blackwater lives in a world where necrotic magic goes hand-in-hand with rather precarious arrangements. Through sheer luck—or perhaps something more nefarious—Morena obtains a grimoire. The book is old and intricately made; a cast iron lock keeps it shut to the world and… holds the soul of a devil.
Razakel was once a wizard—arrogant and bold, and entirely too proud. His greed couldn't be satiated-his power matched only by that of the gods. Three millennia later, he carries wings and has hands unable to hold a grimoire. They call him a devil, but is he only that?
A story fit for the spooky season—a sensual tale about pride, passion and legacy.
Lean in, I’ll whisper a secret…
When autumn rain starts pattering against your window, I’ll barter a girl to a grimoire.
follow my crumb trail…
My ghoulish pride won’t let me lurk on every piece of social media, but there is one place where my breadcrumbs can be found.
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send me a raven
Got an illicit poem hidden up your sleeve?
Or a letter in a bottle you tossed in the sea?
Draft me a message,
And I’ll come in a dream.