Memory of the Blood Moon

Memory of the Blood Moon

A friend of mine took one look at the cover and said, “This feels like less kissing, more killing.” And…she’s not entirely wrong.
Don’t worry—we haven’t lost the spice. But Memory of the Blood Moon does expand in scope. This is a dual-timeline story, and one of those timelines introduces a new character whose origin story leans much closer to Greek tragedy than romance. Choices, consequences, and the kind of fate that tightens its grip the more you try to escape it.

 

As Baird and Mira’s love story unfolds in the present day, Memory of the Blood Moon reaches back a generation to another beginning—Magda, Bastien’s maker.

Her story begins with a warning, from her grandmother, to stay away from the boy born the same night she was—the wealthy boyar’s son, bound to her by something neither of them chose. A blood moon marked their birth and claimed both of their mothers.

But some loves do not listen to reason. Some do not yield to fear, or fate, or even prophecy.

Magda’s did not.

What begins as reckless, defiant love becomes something far more dangerous, something that tightens rather than breaks under pressure. It is the kind of story that does not bend toward happiness, but toward inevitability.

Her path is darker than anything I have written before. So dark, in fact, that I have included trigger warnings in this book. There is violence in Magda’s story—violence she endures, and violence she inflicts. It is not a gentle unraveling, but a descent, a transformation, a forging.

Because not all fires create something beautiful. Some consume, some scar, and some leave behind something entirely new.

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