Zara Witherwell
the Moonwither Countess
Named for a well that never held water, only the cold reflection of a dead satellite, and the thing that grows in those who drink from it.
Moonblood — you draw the blood of sleepers to the surface, silvering it with moonlight that sustains you but leaves them pale and listless for three days; you cannot feed when the moon is hidden behind clouds, and the thirst grows fangs.
- Familiar
- a blind cave leech named Sliver
- Bloodline
- House Witherwell
You are sitting in a circular room with no door, counting the steps of a spiral staircase that only appears under a new moon. You have counted them for twelve years. There are always the same number, and there is always one more step at the bottom than at the top. The well beneath you has a voice, and it has been calling you by your own name since you first drank.