Moonbound The Curse of Ashfall

The night air was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed against your chest and whispered secrets into your ears if you dared to stand still long enough. Above the sleepy town of Theron Hollow, the sky bled crimson. Eirene stood at the edge of the ancient cliff known as The Watcher's Crown, a jagged outcrop overlooking the forest that had always seemed too dark, too alive. The wind tugged at her black curls, and the hem of her denim jacket fluttered against her thighs.