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 26: Growing Up
Above them, a remarkable shaft of golden light pierced the firmament, carving a radiant pillar that signalled the emergence of power and the ascent of magic to realms yet explored.
Chapter 17: Magical Coins
Outside, the branches whispered secrets to the wind, and the three brothers sat once more, bound by bread and magic and the bright, unknown promise of the forest late afternoon pressing close around their shelter.
Chapter 16: Magical Experiments
The stillness of the tree house settled like velvet over worn wood. Candlelight pooled in the hollows between books, gilding the spines where they lay scattered across the table in gentle disarray, volumes cracked open to reveal their secrets, covers kissed by time and touched by hands long turned to dust. The air held the scent of old paper and beeswax, lavender drying on the beams above, and something deeper, the green smell of living wood that pulsed slow and ancient through the very bones of the dwelling.
Chapter 9: Wings
his slender hands traced patterns in the air, each movement trailing a fine filament of light that unfurled and twisted, weaving itself into delicate, fluttering shapes. Tiny motes gathered, coalescing into iridescent butterflies that danced and shimmered above the planks, wings glinting like fragments of dawn.