The Fall of House Bel’lator, Book 3
An ancient awakens deep within the mountains, and its eyes are filled with malice.
Elizabeth has spent three years stalking the wilderness and hiding herself amongst people to whom she does not belong. She has survived by the grace of one of their leaders, Shaeli the Owl, who has made Elizabeth a home on remote peaks with the rest of her roost.
Her respite is quiet, and peaceful, and comes to a swift end when a blizzard brings word of a new era for the Feral people. Elizabeth follows Shaeli down the mountain, where they begin to unravel a prophecy that holds the fate of the Feral in the balance.
Julian’s plans have proven resilient to setbacks. In the years between, he has cultivated eager new disciples and allowed them to sample sorceries only he can teach. He is close—so very close—and soon Maura shall be remade by his hand. There are but a few more pieces to arrange.
Come and witness at last the Fall of House Bel’lator.
S. A. Grove 