Wolfram Bleakhurst
the Rootwarden Count
Named for the wolf's hunger and the grey hill where nothing takes root but grief.
Power
You call the roots of any tree to bind a creature where it stands, but each binding costs you a year of memory—you forget a face, a name, a loved place.
- Familiar
- A half-blind marten named Needle
- Bloodline
- House Dearthollow
People say you never sleep, and they are nearly right. You lie in the earth under a great yew, and your dreams are the slow push of root against soil. You have forgotten the names of your own dead, but you remember the shape of every hand that ever held a shovel against you.