Nix is fourteen years old, blue-skinned and storm-haired, and his magic has just torn through him in the middle of a winter forest, eight years before it was ever meant to arrive. It left a wound in his chest and something dangerous loose in the world, and now he is running. Three brothers find him bleeding in the Sentinel Forest and do not turn away. What follows is their journey together through MirMarnia, an ancient world of breathing forests, river magic, and creatures older than any name for them, as four unlikely companions discover that the things hunting Nix are only the beginning of what this world has in store.
The Scrollkeepers Archive
Chapter 29: Harthos the Steady
It was a tranquil, unwavering amber-orange, evocative of late August, just before sunset, yet it possessed an odd permanence, refusing to shift or fade
Chapter 28: Harthos
It was a tranquil, unwavering amber-orange, evocative of late August, just before sunset, yet it possessed an odd permanence, refusing to shift or fade.
Chapter 27: Portal Magic
Bewildered, as though time itself had slipped into another rhythm, Tavik looked down at his hands, watching light flicker and snap between his fingers, erratic yet vivid.
Chapter 22: The Talanooks
Tavik and Bran lingered beneath the cathedral of trees; their gaze fixed upward as Oren and Nix ascended through shafts of dappled gold into the canopy’s dreaming light above them. The gentle hum of the forest wrapped around the brothers, a living tapestry of leaf and shadow, pulse and whisper.
Chapter 15: The Eldertree Forest
The four boys pressed forward, stepping over the threshold where sunlight gave way to the bright cathedral world of the Eldertree Forest. Oren paused first, head tipped back, breath escaping in a soft whistle as he tried to take in the full height of the nearest tree. Its trunk, pale as milk-stone, was mottled with lichen and age, roots webbed across the forest floor like the knuckles of ancient hands.