
by Compass Rose
Farm girl Ashley Hart inherits her family farm—and the mountain of guild debt that comes with it. Unable to coax a single carrot from the dying fields, she does the only thing she can: write a forbidden grimoire, the Mortis Agrariae (“Of the Dead Fields”), and begins her descent into necromancy. What starts as a simple bid to sell carrots and scrape together a thousand gold snowballs into a black-market agribusiness just outside the city where she grew up. Bone-hands till her rows; dirty coins from vampires, slavers, and other night-things fill her purse. Ashley’s public face is spotless. Her ledgers are not. And the Inquisition is watching. Adrian Skye—childhood frenemy, now a newly minted [Inquisitor]—has always had an eye on her. When her plan to secure her future threatens the order he serves, the next knock on her door might be a confession… or a trip to the gallows. Farming was never meant to be this lively.
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