The Clockwork Heart
Lila’s fingers brushed the rusted hinge of the hidden door, and a whisper of oil and aged paper curled into the air. She’d found it—the workshop her father had vanished into three years ago. The lock snapped open with a…
Young Adult
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The Clockwork Sparrow
The air in the clockshop smelled of oil and aged wood, a scent Lila had always associated with secrets. She adjusted the brass goggles perched on her forehead, squinting at the intricate gears scattered across the workbench. Mr. Thorne’s voice…
The Last Light of Meridian
The salt air bit Mara’s cheeks as she trudged up the cliff, her boots crunching over gravel. The lighthouse loomed ahead, its white paint peeling like dead skin. She’d skipped school again, but the note had been urgent—scrawled in her…
The Clockwork Heart
The first time Lila touched the gears, the air hummed like a trapped bird. She’d found them buried beneath the floorboards of her late grandfather’s workshop, hidden beneath layers of dust and decades of silence. The brass casing was cold…
The Sentinel’s Keep
Lila’s fingers brushed the edge of the journal, its leather cover cracked and stiff with salt. She pulled it from the hollow beneath the dock, where the tide had left it like a gift or a warning. The air smelled…
The Saltwater Code
Mara’s boots sank into the wet sand as she trudged past the rusted gates of the abandoned pier. The air reeked of brine and decay, a scent that clung to her like a second skin. She hadn’t meant to come…
The Hollow Beneath
The first time Lila heard the voice, she was knee-deep in the tide, her toes curling against the cold grip of the ocean. The water clawed at her legs, a relentless rhythm that matched the pulse in her ears. She’d…
The Hollowed City
The air in Blackmoor tasted like rust and old secrets. Lila pressed her palm against the cold iron gate, feeling the tremor of the clock tower’s chime vibrate through her bones. It was midnight, and the town had gone quiet—too…
The Last Light of Summer
The air tasted like ozone and pine when Lila found the first body. She’d been following the trail for hours, her boots crunching through brittle leaves as the sun dipped low over the jagged peaks. The forest had always felt…
The Hollow Veil
The first time Lira saw the cracks, she thought they were shadows. But when the wind howled through the trees and the sky split open like a wound, she knew something was wrong. The air tasted of iron, and the…
The Hollowing
The air tasted like iron by the time Mara reached the edge of the woods. She paused, her boots crunching over frost-bitten leaves, and glanced back at the town behind her—its crooked rooftops glowing faintly in the predawn dark. The…
The Hidden Canvas
The salt air clung to Lila’s skin as she dragged her suitcase across the dock, its wheels screeching against the weathered wood. The town of Marrow’s End stretched before her—weathered shingles, fog-draped piers, and a lighthouse that loomed like a…
The Hollow Veil
Mira found the journal in her father’s study, buried beneath a pile of yellowed newspapers. The leather cover was cracked, its spine warped by time, but the brass clasp still held. She pried it open, fingers brushing dust from the…
The Silent Current
Mara’s boots sank into the mud as she pushed through the thicket, the air thick with the tang of pine resin and damp earth. The note had been folded twice, its edges frayed, tucked beneath a rock at the edge…
The Last Lightkeeper
Mara’s boots crunched over gravel as she approached the lighthouse, its white tower looming like a sentinel against the storm-churned sky. The wind howled through the cracks in the stone wall, carrying the briny tang of salt and something older—something…