by name_last_
In the bleak realm of Ravdale, death comes quietly. Eight-year-old Thessa has always known when it is near. She sees it the way others see smoke before flame a dark shadow hovering just behind a person’s shoulder, waiting. No one believes her. Until the night the soldiers arrive. Thessa hides beneath the mill floorboards as her village burns. By dawn, the flames have swallowed everything she has ever known.
