Paranormal

In Cleveland, 1920, jazz fills the streets, the world hums with industry—and magic is just another part of modern life.

Graduate student Todd Albesque only wants to finish his doctorate and keep his eccentric boss, Professor Maybelle Richards, happy. When she assigns him to gather rare books, scrolls, and artifacts for a museum’s Halloween exhibit—“Witches and Wizards Through the Ages”—Todd expects a few long nights in the library, not a bargain with the Fae.

Ancient scrolls whisper his name. The Fae make offers too tempting to refuse. And something older than magic itself is awakening beneath Cleveland’s cobblestone streets.

His search leads him beyond the dusty stacks and into the realm of the Fae, where history and myth intertwine.

To stop it, Todd must navigate bargains with tricksters, unearth forgotten truths, and face the darkness that even the Fae fear.

Because in a city built on iron and industry, something wicked is coming—and it wears a familiar face.

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.