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To appease his father, William has begun to avoid her. But when even her younger brother Edward grows distant, Ellison learns her mother’s spirit has been visiting Edward in secret, threatening to overwhelm him with her own loneliness and longing. When Ellison accidentally touches her mother’s spirit, her tainted touch condemns her mother’s spirit to eternal damnation.
Ellison resolves to descend into hell to save her mother’s soul and bring her physical body back to the world of the living. William hopes this good deedwill bring Ellison into favor and finally allow them to be wed.
But the journey through hell is fraught with peril. Temptations abound and the demons Ellison sent back to the Abyss are thirsty for revenge.
Evil cannot be defeated without sacrifice—but when that sacrifice means choosing between the ones Ellison loves and her very own life, how far is she willing to go to make her family whole again?
inspired by a real medieval grimoire of necromancy from 15th-century Germany.
When Ellison discovers a necromantic tome while traveling the secret passages of her father’s mansion, she wonders if it could be the key to her freedom.
Until then, she must master her dark new power, even as her stepmother makes her a servant in her own home. And when her younger brother falls incurably ill, Ellison will do anything to ease his pain, including falling prey to her stepmother and stepsisters’ every whim and fancy.
Stumbling into a chance meeting of Prince William during a secret visit to her mother’s grave feels like a trick of fate when her stepmother refuses to allow Ellison to attend a palace festival.
But what if Ellison could see the kind and handsome prince once more? What if she could attend the festival? What if she could have everything she ever wanted and deserved by conjuring spirits to take revenge on her cruel stepmother?
As Ellison’s power grows, she loses control over the evil spirits meant to do her bidding. And as they begin to exert their own power over Ellison, she will have to decide whether it is she or her stepmother who is the true monster.
them do this to you. You’re my betrothed. You belong here in the palace, by my
side, not shackled in the dungeon.”
seeing the disgust on his father’s face … well, there was a greater plot at
play than I understood, and I didn’t want William to suffer even more for my
sake than I already asked of him.
beyond the veil. It slipped through a seam in the air and the soldiers didn’t
waste a moment before placing the restraints around my wrists.
yet defiant kiss on my forehead. He lingered, and so in my own surge of
defiance—oh, my damnable soul, I cannot explain why I do these things—I lifted
my head to slide my mouth upon his. His lips were soft and tasted of sweet
wine, and I felt him press against me without hesitation.
there and remain that way for all time, but gasps arose from the assembled
guests and a tug at my sleeve pulled us apart. The soldiers had grasped my
shoulders and arms to drag me from William, who watched, still stricken and
unable to calm his emotions, as I was pulled from the Great Hall.
mind. Without William, I wouldn’t be able to help her. I would never see her
again, and she might spend all eternity enduring new tortures—horrors
unimaginable, paying for sins she did not commit—alongside the most abhorrent
dregs of humanity.
because it’s hard to concentrate with a cat lying on the keyboard and a small, colorful parrot screaming into her ear. Her work is somewhat dark, somewhat violent, somewhat hopeful, and always contains a hint of magic.
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