A gardener of enchanted herbs. A city haunted by dark Fae shadows. Magic is growing—and Ivy must decide what to protect… and what to let burn.
In Cleveland, 1920, streetcars ring through the city, tea shops hum with gossip, and magic grows quietly in the cracks between brick and iron.
Ivy Sullivan, half-human and half-elf, spends her days tending enchanted greenhouses and sprawling gardens along Millionaires’ Row.
An orphan raised by Marge, the local librarian and potion witch, and her partner Fred, a streetcar driver with a gift for capturing souls in paint, Ivy has always tried to stay small, subtle, unseen. Plants are easier than people. Roots are simpler and deeper than secrets.
But when shadows begin slipping across cobblestones, dark Fae hiding where they should not be, Ivy’s quiet life shatters.
Witches whisper of curses.
Garden sprites vanish.
The trees Ivy tends begin to warn her in hushed rustling voices.
Something is hunting in Cleveland, and it is hunting her.
To uncover why the Dark Fae have crossed the veil, Ivy must walk paths long forbidden, through hidden doorways, down forgotten tunnels beneath the city, and into a realm where memory and magic intertwine like vines around stone.
If Ivy can learn to wield the ancient power rooted in her blood, she may yet defend the city she calls home.
But every gift demands a price. Every bloom hides thorns. And not all who walk in shadow are strangers.
In the gardens of Cleveland, something sacred is stirring, and it refuses to surrender.
