Lucrezia Vesperfield
the Thornfall Countess
Named for the field where dusk settles like a second skin and the thorn-brambles grow over forgotten graves.
Power
You call the roots of dead things — they rise from the soil to coil and drag, but only where your own blood has wet the ground.
- Familiar
- a stone-deaf mole named Tarn
- Bloodline
- House Duskmeadow
You never close a door behind you. Every threshold you cross stays open, because the one time you shut a door on something, it took three nights to dig its way back to you. The field remembers the shape of that grave.