Ligeia Requiemreach
the Stormcarved Countess
Named for the way lightning splits the sky and the iron that remains when the forge goes cold.
Power
You call a storm of iron nails from the clouds, and they answer not as rain but as memory—each nail is a grief you've buried, and when it strikes, it plants that grief in your victim's heart.
- Familiar
- a stoat named Cinder
- Bloodline
- House Requiemreach
You are still counting the bolts in the tower's lightning rod when you hear the first knock. It is not wood. It is iron on iron. You have been waiting for this storm for seventy years—the one that will either kill you or make you whole.