Description
Some battles never truly end.
An accountant lies murdered in Anchorage. Hundreds of miles away in Ravens Cove, the ancient hag tree guarding Ravens Ravine has been chopped to the ground. Two events. No connection anyone can see. No coincidence either.
Evil is circling Ravens Cove again. This time, no one knew to look. No one knew it was there at all.
The new enemy doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t need to. It has been patient for a very long time, and patience has made it dangerous in ways that brute force never could. By the time the warriors of the Cove understand what they are facing, the battle has already begun.
Some people are chosen for fights the rest of the world cannot see. Some enemies don’t stay defeated. Some darkness simply waits — ancient, hungry, and absolutely certain it will win.
The warriors of Ravens Cove have beaten back the darkness before. But before was different. The hag tree is gone. Whatever it contained — ancient, answering to no one, and no longer bound — has been waiting a very long time.




