博客來Two Stories
Mirrored FangsA Tale of Power, Betrayal, and the Price of Immortality
Wallachia stands on the brink of ruin. Queen Nauthizia Drăculea has lost her husband to war, and now the Ottoman Empire demands her young son as tribute. Desperate to protect her child and her kingdom, she turns to an ancient ritual-one meant to grant her divine strength. But the ritual is a cruel deception.
Betrayed by those she trusted, Nauthizia is transformed. Her identity is stripped away, her body reshaped into Nauthiz, a powerful warrior-king the world will follow. No longer a grieving widow, no longer a queen-only a monster, both more and less than what she was.
But power does not come without cost. As war looms, Nauthiz must navigate a kingdom that sees him as both savior and nightmare. The Church fears him. The Ottomans seek to break him. And the ghosts of his past-including Constantine, Nauthizia’s husband’s lingering spirit-threaten to unravel the fragile balance he has created.
As Constantine lingers between devotion and desire, the boundaries between past and present, man and woman, self and shadow blur. In this dark game of blood and identity, can love survive transformation? And when the time comes, will Nauthiz reclaim the woman he was, or embrace the monster he has become?
A gothic horror and dark fantasy epic for fans of tragic romance, gender metamorphosis, and supernatural intrigue, Mirrored Fangs is a tale of ambition, survival, and the razor-thin line between love and power.
What remains of the self when power devours the past, and every transformation cuts deeper than the last?
Manes in PluviaThe rain remembers his name.
When Bernie Barbieri dies on a mountain, widowhood should bring Evelyn peace. Instead, the weather turns intimate and wrong-drops that fall from a cloudless sky, water sliding back into a faucet, cologne breathed into an empty room. As a forecaster who has learned to respect the indifferent sky, Evelyn recognizes the new pattern: her husband’s rage has come home as weather.
Randy welds by day and studies wards by night; Bart files briefs and clings to reason that keeps failing him. The brothers quarrel as the house tightens under bone and thread, and the city whispers of a man in the rain whose face no one can hold. Bernie is not just haunting-he is feeding, gathering the dead like a crew, and turning storms to judgment.
To end it, Evelyn must choose a rite older than ghosts, one that hunts as weather hunts and takes its price in years.
