This story is, at its heart, about family — and about what a clan will do to bring its children home. With that comes some darkness. For readers who prefer to know in advance, this book contains:
- Kidnapping and endangerment of children (off-page, but emotionally intense)
- Grief, including references to child loss and death in childbirth
- Past captivity and its lingering trauma, including flashbacks
- Supernatural threats, including shadow creatures and enchanted cages
The children are safe by the end. I promise.
About the Book
Edan MacRuari’s infant daughter has been stolen from her cradle on the worst night of storms Islay has ever seen. No rain. No tracks. Only an old wise woman’s whisper of a hill that opens when the fae are hungry.
Edan sails for the Grants on Mull because he has nowhere else to turn. The clan keeps four seers, and one of them, they say, can see the past.
Ailith Grant has been dreaming of children weeping in the dark. Twenty-six and unwed, she has not strayed far from home since the day a neighboring laird kidnapped her at nineteen and held her five days in a cold cellar before her father broke her out. Her parents, Alasdair and Emmalin, have insisted on accompanying her, and the journey itself is a personal reckoning. But the moment Edan walks into Duart Castle, her vision tears with pain and a certainty settles in her bones. The island in her dreams is real. The hill is real. And so is whatever lives inside it.
She doesn’t trust him. Her gift warns her away every time he comes near. What she can’t yet see is that his blood runs iron, the ancient bane of every fae creature that ever drew breath, and the pain isn’t a warning. It’s the truth.
To reach his daughter, they’ll have to walk into the hill together. And the woman who swore she’d never step into the dark again is the only one who can guide him out of it.
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