Ivor Frostfield
the Duskspinner Count
Born of a yew tree that thrust its roots through a field locked in eternal frost—its wood grew dark and its sap ran black, and the threads of shadow it wove became the first silk.
Power
You can draw the shadow from any living thing and spin it into a silk thread; a creature whose shadow-thread you hold cannot disobey a direct command, but every thread you make frays your own memory a little more.
- Familiar
- a pale grey silkmoth named Weft
- Bloodline
- House Silkshade
You were polishing a silver button on a winter coat when the thread snapped. The needle pricked your finger and the single drop of blood hung in the air, then fell—not to the floor, but into the shadow beneath your chair. When you looked, your own shadow was holding the needle.