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368 pages, Hardcover
Expected publication August 18, 2026
The bioluminescent mushroomy glow of a headlamp
Cyprin pictured them as little marshmallows she would pop in her month one by one until she was sick.
Purcell gasped and stepped back, winding herself on the wall.
Purcell edged closer, her fingertips on the tools in her pockets, ready to quick-draw her pliers gunslinger-style in case he tried any plant-god nonsense like in the stories where he became a golden shower and harassed some poor girl.
Her home needed mood lighting, the way a good soap opera does.
Amanda let herself in and started nosing around the apartment, the way only a person who’d known Purcell from childhood could get away with doing.
“Right. I’m not in the mood for games.” Cyprin stood up and brushed the crinkles out of her knees, reading to leave.
“Me too, but no one seems to ever let me off the board.”
the spirit of blood and rubies distilled
petals so lush and hydrated they sparkled like velvet in the sun.
He sounded like he was trying to be jokey and put her at ease, but the words rubbed salt into all Cyprin’s psychological wounds.
Then the day recommenced stifling.