Lucrezia Sombreholt
the Ashshadow Countess
Named for the dark woodland where first morning never comes, and the ash that falls like snow on the ground that cannot remember the sun.
Power
You walk through ash as if it were water, leaving no print, and in any shadow you may vanish—but the next dawn you will stand exactly where you disappeared, as if you never left.
- Familiar
- A three-legged cat named Moth
- Bloodline
- House Sombreholt
Every dusk you count the rings on your teacup—three hundred and seven scratches, one for each year you've poured tea that no one came to drink. The house remembers you, but you have forgotten what warmth feels like against your cheek.