Marek Vermilholt
the Thornfrost Count
Named for the red grove where the frost never thaws and the brambles grow through the bones of the unwary.
Power
You call the frostshade — a curtain of frozen shadow that slows living blood to a crawl; those caught in it move as if through deep snow, and their breath leaves them in plumes like prayers unanswered.
- Familiar
- A white stoat named Rime
- Bloodline
- House Vermilholt
You begin each dusk by walking the treeline, counting the crows on the bare branches. You have counted the same thirty-seven crows for two hundred years, though you know they are not the same birds. The thirty-eighth is always a raven, and it watches you until the first star appears.