Phillipe Newstrom just wanted a rabbit. He was tired, hungry, and simply trying to fill a pot in the starving town of Hillsbrake. Instead, he stumbled into a massacre, stole a glowing axe from a creature made of nightmares, and accidentally became the most important person in the world.
Now, he’s running for his life.
In the ancient forests to the north, the Fae are waking up to a threat they thought was a myth. The Darklings have returned, bringing with them a silence that swallows towns whole. To stop them, an unlikely alliance forms around the terrified trapper and his stolen god-weapon.
There’s Vazesh, a scout captain wearing a mask he hates and a legacy he didn’t ask for. Brethien, a steel-clad princess who is about to learn that dirt is harder to wash off than dishonor. Locke, a giant of a chef who would rather wield a spatula than a glaive. And Drellith, a thief in purple velvet whose primary survival skill is annoying people until they leave him alone.
They are joined by a chaotic family of Ninneth, a feral Wildling bonded to a giant panther who thinks she’s a housecat; Ferra, a tree-singer who talks to roots more than people; Orianna, an aristocrat who fights with living ink and painted memories; and Tulia, a moon-healer trying to mend bones and souls in equal measure.
Together, they are the Nestorion—a broken, bickering family standing between the light and the void.
From the floating canopy cities of the Fae to the mind-bending chaos of the Feywild, the group must race to uncover the true purpose of the Darkling invasion before the shadows consume everything. They have the weapons of the Angels. They have the courage of the desperate. Now, they just need to survive each other.
The Harrowing is a tale of reluctant heroes, ancient artifacts, and the enduring power of a good meal in the face of the apocalypse. It’s high fantasy with dirt under its fingernails and a heart that beats in time with the song of a sun-steel axe.
Perfect for fans of classic fantasy adventure road-trips, found families, and saving the world because the alternative is just too quiet.