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Behind them, the city of Nova Luna glowed in the darkness, a beacon of defiance and hope in the center of the wasteland. The Covenant was sealed. Long live the Queen. [END OF BOOK ONE]

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The world shrank to the heavy, dark shelter of Julian’s cashmere-lined wool overcoat. Under the dark canopy, the air was warm, smelling intensely of his cedarwood cologne, ozone, and the faint metallic tang of his blood. Outside, the high-pressure hiss of the Novec 1230 gas continued to bleed through the cracked ventilation duct, turning the server room into a sub-zero vacuum.

Sebastian and I love them dearly, and of course, my parents are thrilled to be grandparents. Sebastian and I have been helping Death with the underworld. It’s been an interesting ride working in the underworld. Death managed to build a bridge between his realm and the coven’s realm. Cerberus guards the bridge to make sure no unwanted visitors try to enter the underworld. So far, no one has had the balls to test Cerberus.

The full list of the Hayle Coven Universe (and recommended reading) is here: The First Plane Trilogy The Planeless Second Seat Ruler The Lychos Cycle Weregirl Revenant Lychos The Helios Oracles Foresight (Sanctuary and Phoenix are pending thanks to spoilers for the Hayle Coven Destinies) The Hayle Coven Destinies The Outcast Steam Union The Brotherhood Lord of the Drach Gateway The Order Dark Brother Blood of the Maji Also, in case you missed it, Sassafras has his own history:

It took a long time. When he was done he sat for a while longer with the volume closed in his hands. The cold had worked its way through his coat and settled in his shoulders and he didn't move to address it. He was thinking about monuments. About the way the human kingdom marked its war dead — plaques in the palace, ceremonies, the careful public architecture of grief. About how none of that existed for the eleven pages in his hands. About how the people descended from those eleven pages were living above him right now. Going about their days. Raising children who interrupted stories. Playing board games. Building something in the space that loss had cleared.

Sienna managed, her own voice sounding thin and reedy to her ears. Daisy’s eyes, the color of a summer sky after rain, swept over Sienna. They didn’t skim; they saw. They took in Sienna’s carefully arranged chestnut bob, her tasteful navy trench coat, and the subtle pearl studs in her ears. A small, knowing smile touched Daisy’s lips, as if she could see the entire quiet tragedy of Sienna’s life written in her polite posture. “He wouldn’t order the book,” Daisy said, jerking her thumb back toward the store. “Said it was ‘too niche.’ It’s a graphic novel about queer surrealist poets in the 1920s. How is that niche? It’s essential.”

I’ve never met anyone who was that close to one of the Five before. The Five are gods and look after all the realms. The god of death or as some know him as, the grim reaper, the goddess of life, the god of fate, the god of war, and the goddess of peace. The Five rule over us and guide us. Many covens worship them. This coven is very different as they don't worship Death but work for him. They collect souls for him. It should freak me out that Zane is a descendant of death himself, but it doesn’t. He is also a necromancer, which alone would freak most people out, along with his dark magic and manipulation of shadows. I should be terrified of him and his entire coven, but I’m not. Maybe it’s