The Rise of the Bone Witch

Nariah’s a teenager with homework to finish when something ancient stirs across the city. She grabs her mace. Some things can’t wait.

Nariah is aromantic, deeply skeptical of Valentine’s Day, and fighting for a parking spot outside the city’s best Italian restaurant. Funny how things happen.

Spirits are rising and the night air crackles with intent. Nariah ties back her hair and steps into the dark, because someone has to.

Nariah lives alone at the forest’s edge with her animal spirits and prefers it that way. When the outside world intrudes, isolation only goes so far.

The ghost of Anesa’s ferret Taco is causing chaos in her shop — and only Nariah can figure out why. Between nomad vampires in the parking lot and Taco’s very strong opinions, it’s a Tuesday.

Nariah marches through the woods without her usual cheerfulness. Something out there needs her help — and isn’t happy about it.

Before vampires claimed the city, Nariah’s mother gave blood at Red Cross drives. This is the story of how everything changed.

Blue suede stilettos. Beautiful. Completely useless for running — which is a problem when Nariah keeps ending up in situations that require running.

She delivers a finished commission and receives, unexpectedly, a name from a spirit: the Bone Witch. Titles from spirits are never casual.

Nariah crashes through the forest at night, breathless and pursued. Two spirits in one body is never good — and whatever’s chasing her is running out of time.