Winter's Mantle

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I only just caught sight of Nora as she walked past the library window. Her face was pale, her eyes unseeing of what was in front of her.

I knew that look. I’d seen it on my father’s face when I razed our house to the ground. I’d also seen it on my grandfather’s face moments before he died. A realization so profound that all sense of rational thought had fled.

Something had happened.

Without hesitation, I jumped up and ran after her. Flinging open the large, cavernous double doors that led out to the picturesque back lawn of the castle grounds, I raced after her like the devil, my feet silent across the dew-touched grass. Dusk had fallen and a frigid breeze rent the lengthening shadows as the sun slowly lowered in the sky.

What the hell had made Nora forget all sense of safety and leave the Estate?

Tonight, on the eve of Samhain, the veils between the worlds were at their thinnest. Tonight, the wind carried whispers of the dead, and untold evils that were waiting to cross over from their world into ours. Tonight, all hell would break loose, and one of them would be our greatest enemy—Talorgan.

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