A Contract With My Demon
"The Garden of Lost Intentions."
"It's beautiful," Elara said, stepping toward a fountain where liquid mercury flowed instead of water.
"It's a graveyard, Elara," Vane warned, grabbing her arm. "Look closer."
She did. Beneath the silver moss, she saw faces. Statues, she thought at first. But then she saw a finger twitch. These were people—demons, humans, and creatures she couldn't name—all frozen in a state of crystalline stasis. Their expressions were peaceful, but their eyes were wide open, staring at the silver sky.