Zorka Hollowrose
the Salt-Crowned Countess
Named for the dawn that never comes and the rose that blooms only in saltwater, its petals translucent as bone.
Power
You can draw the salt from any living thing — a touch and you pull the brine from their blood, leaving them dry as driftwood. But every thousandth soul you drain leaves a crystal in your palm that tastes of their last thought.
- Familiar
- A hermit crab named Clavicle
- Bloodline
- House Saltbone
You were walking home from a spring where the water had always tasted of iron and forget-me-nots. That afternoon, a storm blew in from the east, and the rain burned your skin. You did not know then that the sea had chosen you to carry its debt.