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The Saint of Rusted Nails: A Dark Fantasy Romance of Cursed Love, Gothic Healing, and a Skeptic Gravedigger
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- ISBN8232770501
- EAN9798232770501
- Date de parution19/09/2025
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- ÉditeurHamza elmir
Résumé
A miracle in this town is hammered into place. By day, she answers doorways with a pocketful of iron: nails etched with prayers, charms smudged with ash, a ritual cadence older than the church bell. By night, she listens to the houses hum-wood and hinge and heartwood-learning which rooms attract sorrow and which thresholds drink fear. Her work isn't gentle, but it keeps the dark where it belongs: outside.
He is the gravedigger-callused hands, steady breath, the kind of man who knows how to carry what other people drop. He doesn't believe in saints or spells. He believes in weight, in soil, in the honest mathematics of endings. Until the night a rusted nail appears on his windowsill like an omen, and something inside his chest knocks back. When they meet, skepticism and ritual strike sparks. The town tightens around them: laundries gossip, candles gutter, and doorframes thrum at midnight like plucked strings.
Cures that once held begin to slip. The "saint" discovers a terrible pattern in her ledgers-every successful binding feeds a single prisoner she never meant to keep: a demon threaded through the man she is learning to love. To free him, she must unspool her craft nail by nail, miracle by miracle. To save the town, she must become the thing she feared: a woman who breaks her own rules. Expect:Dark fantasy romance with a true gothic heartbeat-misty lanes, cemetery hills, windows that watchA compassionate, fallible heroine whose faith is forged on an anvil, not an altarA tender, resilient hero with dirt under his nails and valor in his quiet choicesDemon folklore woven with tactile ritual: iron, salt, breath, namingSlow-burn, high-tension intimacy that chooses love over spectacleA twist that reframes every "cure" and every kissPerfect for readers of gothic romance, paranormal love stories, supernatural thrillers, and atmospheric dark fantasies where the town is a character and the ending costs something real.
This story asks what healing is worth, who gets to decide, and how far love will go when the door between hunger and hope finally opens.
He is the gravedigger-callused hands, steady breath, the kind of man who knows how to carry what other people drop. He doesn't believe in saints or spells. He believes in weight, in soil, in the honest mathematics of endings. Until the night a rusted nail appears on his windowsill like an omen, and something inside his chest knocks back. When they meet, skepticism and ritual strike sparks. The town tightens around them: laundries gossip, candles gutter, and doorframes thrum at midnight like plucked strings.
Cures that once held begin to slip. The "saint" discovers a terrible pattern in her ledgers-every successful binding feeds a single prisoner she never meant to keep: a demon threaded through the man she is learning to love. To free him, she must unspool her craft nail by nail, miracle by miracle. To save the town, she must become the thing she feared: a woman who breaks her own rules. Expect:Dark fantasy romance with a true gothic heartbeat-misty lanes, cemetery hills, windows that watchA compassionate, fallible heroine whose faith is forged on an anvil, not an altarA tender, resilient hero with dirt under his nails and valor in his quiet choicesDemon folklore woven with tactile ritual: iron, salt, breath, namingSlow-burn, high-tension intimacy that chooses love over spectacleA twist that reframes every "cure" and every kissPerfect for readers of gothic romance, paranormal love stories, supernatural thrillers, and atmospheric dark fantasies where the town is a character and the ending costs something real.
This story asks what healing is worth, who gets to decide, and how far love will go when the door between hunger and hope finally opens.
A miracle in this town is hammered into place. By day, she answers doorways with a pocketful of iron: nails etched with prayers, charms smudged with ash, a ritual cadence older than the church bell. By night, she listens to the houses hum-wood and hinge and heartwood-learning which rooms attract sorrow and which thresholds drink fear. Her work isn't gentle, but it keeps the dark where it belongs: outside.
He is the gravedigger-callused hands, steady breath, the kind of man who knows how to carry what other people drop. He doesn't believe in saints or spells. He believes in weight, in soil, in the honest mathematics of endings. Until the night a rusted nail appears on his windowsill like an omen, and something inside his chest knocks back. When they meet, skepticism and ritual strike sparks. The town tightens around them: laundries gossip, candles gutter, and doorframes thrum at midnight like plucked strings.
Cures that once held begin to slip. The "saint" discovers a terrible pattern in her ledgers-every successful binding feeds a single prisoner she never meant to keep: a demon threaded through the man she is learning to love. To free him, she must unspool her craft nail by nail, miracle by miracle. To save the town, she must become the thing she feared: a woman who breaks her own rules. Expect:Dark fantasy romance with a true gothic heartbeat-misty lanes, cemetery hills, windows that watchA compassionate, fallible heroine whose faith is forged on an anvil, not an altarA tender, resilient hero with dirt under his nails and valor in his quiet choicesDemon folklore woven with tactile ritual: iron, salt, breath, namingSlow-burn, high-tension intimacy that chooses love over spectacleA twist that reframes every "cure" and every kissPerfect for readers of gothic romance, paranormal love stories, supernatural thrillers, and atmospheric dark fantasies where the town is a character and the ending costs something real.
This story asks what healing is worth, who gets to decide, and how far love will go when the door between hunger and hope finally opens.
He is the gravedigger-callused hands, steady breath, the kind of man who knows how to carry what other people drop. He doesn't believe in saints or spells. He believes in weight, in soil, in the honest mathematics of endings. Until the night a rusted nail appears on his windowsill like an omen, and something inside his chest knocks back. When they meet, skepticism and ritual strike sparks. The town tightens around them: laundries gossip, candles gutter, and doorframes thrum at midnight like plucked strings.
Cures that once held begin to slip. The "saint" discovers a terrible pattern in her ledgers-every successful binding feeds a single prisoner she never meant to keep: a demon threaded through the man she is learning to love. To free him, she must unspool her craft nail by nail, miracle by miracle. To save the town, she must become the thing she feared: a woman who breaks her own rules. Expect:Dark fantasy romance with a true gothic heartbeat-misty lanes, cemetery hills, windows that watchA compassionate, fallible heroine whose faith is forged on an anvil, not an altarA tender, resilient hero with dirt under his nails and valor in his quiet choicesDemon folklore woven with tactile ritual: iron, salt, breath, namingSlow-burn, high-tension intimacy that chooses love over spectacleA twist that reframes every "cure" and every kissPerfect for readers of gothic romance, paranormal love stories, supernatural thrillers, and atmospheric dark fantasies where the town is a character and the ending costs something real.
This story asks what healing is worth, who gets to decide, and how far love will go when the door between hunger and hope finally opens.