Vjera Duskrose
the Frost-Thorn Countess
Named for the faith that held her still as a girl and the winter rose that bloomed only when the moon was full.
Power
You freeze the blood in a vein with a glance, but only on nights when the moon shows its face — and you feel every shard of ice you make.
- Familiar
- A silver-eyed moth named Vigil
- Bloodline
- House Duskrose
You were counting out coins for a loaf of bread when the moon fell from the sky — no, it was the sky that fell, a frost that came from inside you and turned the baker's hand to glass. You never finished the count.