She left without saying goodbye. He never stopped writing.
Three scientists vanished. The equipment is still running. She needs to find out why.
She mapped dying stars for a living. This one was trying to talk back.
Every road she draws becomes real. The one she drew in grief took her brother.
In the Republic of Calder, every citizen is Sorted at age 16. Nobody talks about what Erasers do.
England, 1943. She carries secrets that could win the war. One of them might cost the man she loves.
Every autumn the kingdom collects its dead. This year, they came for her mother.
She inherited a crumbling inn, a dead body, and her aunt's list of everyone in town with something to hide.
Five operators. 72 hours. No extraction. The fleet is blind and they're the only ones who can fix it.
Nora found the second phone. She didn't call a lawyer. She called Claire.
Ten thousand passengers. Forty-seven years of sleep. One extra pod.
She summoned him by accident. Releasing him might end the world.
Retired detective Del Vaughn moved here to forget. Someone left her a paper crane to make sure she couldn't.
She didn't escape her brother's coup to become a martyr. She escaped to become something worse.
A contract. A vineyard. Twelve months to not fall in love.
He logged in for the last time. The game had other plans.
The radio went quiet seventeen months ago. Then it spoke again.
Twenty years. Fourteen restraining orders. One daughter who finally asked why.