THE RAVEN BOYS + TITHE:
Aziza is a hedgewitch who guards the border to fairyland.
Leo was cursed to forget his true love.
Tristan is a necromancer soul-bound to a vicious hag.
When Aziza is accused of Tristan’s crimes, she and Leo race to prove her innocence – and wind up on a collision course with the hag, who wants to strip away everything that matters to Aziza:
Her magic. Her best friend. Her life.
“You can’t stay there.”
The Christmas tree towered over her, at least three stories tall. Its coat of dancing white lights washed out the stars and staved off the night. But Aziza was more interested in what was under the tree than what was on it.
“You’ll starve,” she said, keeping her back to the sparse crowd and her boots clear of the shadows. “No campers down there. No lost children, either. Nothing with fingers or ears for you to bite off.”
This was the heart of the fair. Light poured down from the lampposts lining the park trails; ropes of flashing rainbow bulbs criss-crossed walkways and studded vendors’ stalls. When people skirted too close, their shadows met the base of the tree. She flinched.
Shadows were vectors for certain beings. Get two shadows to touch, and you had a bridge.
Under the pretense of tying her shoelaces, Aziza knelt to study the Shade – this cunning little predator that had taken such pains to blend in.
Past the tangle of the bottommost branches and the cords of the fairy lights, the dark turned dense and oily black. She inhaled the sharp-sweet smell of pine needles and caught an unmistakable sour note underneath.
“If you don’t go back to where you came from,” she said, “I’m dragging you there myself. Last warning.”