In the reedy marshes of Willowfen, where the mist clung like cobwebs and children's breath hung visible in the air long after they'd gone indoors, there lived a goose that shouldn't be. The villagers called

The air in the valley of Elysia was unlike anywhere else—crystalline, sweet, and alive. It carried the scent of wild jasmine at dawn and the crispness of mountain snow at dusk. But its true magic was whispered

There was a city where the streetlights never went out—not because they couldn’t, but because someone always fed them. His name was Ezekiel Pike, the last lamplighter of Duskwatch Hollow, and his duty