When Francis inherits the cliff side estate of Ravenshollow, he believes he has merely come into a house. But behind its rotting walls and salt-stained windows lurks something older than stone: a curse of vows repeated across centuries, binding him to Elowen, a bride both luminous and doomed, and to a rival who wears no face but commands every shadow. Within Ravenshollow's halls, memories blur with prophecy.
Francis relives his own deaths through plague, fire, drowning, and war-each life ending the same way: through death. Yet this time, the cycle offers something different: a word older than the curse, a word the rival cannot fully claim. But the word is no salvation-it is flame, it is hunger, it is a weapon that could free Elowen or destroy her forever. And the house will do anything to bury it before he dares to speak. As Ravenshollow collapses into labyrinths of bone, brine, and memory, Francis must decide whether to break the vow that has chained them for centuries-or surrender to it, and let the house have its ending. Gothic, romantic, and unrelenting, this is not a tale of love triumphant, but of vows that outlive flesh, of words that can kill, and of a house that remembers every death.
When Francis inherits the cliff side estate of Ravenshollow, he believes he has merely come into a house. But behind its rotting walls and salt-stained windows lurks something older than stone: a curse of vows repeated across centuries, binding him to Elowen, a bride both luminous and doomed, and to a rival who wears no face but commands every shadow. Within Ravenshollow's halls, memories blur with prophecy.
Francis relives his own deaths through plague, fire, drowning, and war-each life ending the same way: through death. Yet this time, the cycle offers something different: a word older than the curse, a word the rival cannot fully claim. But the word is no salvation-it is flame, it is hunger, it is a weapon that could free Elowen or destroy her forever. And the house will do anything to bury it before he dares to speak. As Ravenshollow collapses into labyrinths of bone, brine, and memory, Francis must decide whether to break the vow that has chained them for centuries-or surrender to it, and let the house have its ending. Gothic, romantic, and unrelenting, this is not a tale of love triumphant, but of vows that outlive flesh, of words that can kill, and of a house that remembers every death.