Leah Ryan

I survived twelve years as a slave by staying silent. Now that I’m free, I can’t seem to stop talking.

Maybe it’s because they listen.
Damir—gentle, grounding, always nearby.
Alessia—sharp, loyal, more friend than I ever thought I’d have.
And Kiernan… Kiernan looks at me like I’m not a burden. Like I matter.

When we take shelter with a powerful...

I was born without wings in a world built for flight. That made me nothing. A shame. A threat.

Seventeen years of surviving the lowest tiers taught me one rule: stay invisible, or die.

But then he saw me.

Malric—the warlord of the Bloodspine. A man whispered about in death-songs and fear. He should’ve let me bleed out in the snow. Instead, he...

“You think I lost my mind. I didn’t. I just stopped pretending I was whole.”

They say I went mad.

They’re not wrong. But madness is a quiet thing, really—just a different way of surviving when the world turns inside out.

I lived in the dark. Exiled. Untouched. I was content to unravel alone... until she fell from the sky.

Too soft. Too human....