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400 pages, Hardcover
Published July 16, 2026
'... the whole wood caught between waking and dream as sunlight spills across the sky like yolk pours from an egg.'
'Marian pauses at the crest of a shallow rise where the fog slinks like syrup around her boots.'
'The Sheriff’s carriage waits in the yard like a beast crouched in ambush,'
'The air tastes wrong. Like meat left too long in the sun.'
‘Growth does not ask permission. It merely arrives with its own expectations.’
‘... The forest may have whispered, but I think you’re the one who’s stopped listening.’
'... but every hair on her arms lifts as if the air itself has teeth.'
'... shaped by halls and hearths, not the merciless teeth of the wild ...'
In the end, even the sharpest teeth cannot save a creature caught in a snare,'
'There is fight in her. I’d rather a mortal with teeth than one who bows and breaks at the first shout.'
'I will make you clothes to fit your teeth when the time comes.'
'Only the trees standing sentinel, in a hush so deep that she can hear her pulse in her teeth.
‘Then you’ll have its teeth instead.’
'The note threads itself through her teeth,
‘Either way, lots of teeth.’