Stuck in Eukaryote, a quarter exclusively for humans. Walled off from the rest of the world, lives Lanira. Destined to an eternity she dreads. One in which the wielders of life magic control where all the other magic wielders live and can go. The humans are banned from ever leaving their quarter, but Lanira dreams of more, something that can reshape the politics of Magia.

300 years before she was born, the entire structure of her world emerged from the ashes of the War of Life and Death.  Life magic reigns supreme and death magic is nearly a distant memory. The practice outlawed in all but one quarter.

Lanira knows anyone caught practicing death magic can be arrested and taken by the Radiant guards. Unfortunately for her, she sees the dead in her dreams every night.

Join Lanira on her journey across the entire world, to uncover her true self, where the dead hold the key to forgotten truths. Lanira will forge unbreakable bonds, and find herself drawn to ill-fated love that ignites a romance that may doom them all.

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In the shadowed woods of Salem, 1805, Synne Crowley, who has just lost her parents, lives in self-imposed exile. Her powers kept secret, her heart heavily guarded. Branded a witch in a town that still whispers of gallows and fire, Synne wants nothing more than to be left alone. Especially by the most well-renowned preacher in town. But when witches start turning up dead, marked by ritual and malice, Synne is forced to step into the very world she fled. Reluctantly, she uses her summoning magic to unravel the killer’s path, who is known only as Ed the Flesher.

In the process, she is drawn to Ichabod—a mysterious, brooding man who seems to know the darkness she carries. As their bond deepens into a love that both heals and haunts, Synne begins to sense something strange about Ichabod, something not quite of this world. When the truth comes to light, that Ichabod has been dead the whole time, murdered by the very killer she hunts, she finds herself more dedicated than ever to finding the one who has slayed witches, and her dead lover.

Synne, with the help of her coven, the Coven of the Ash Tree, finds herself staring down the nightmarish reality that the killer may be closer to home, much, much closer. Beyond the Pale Ash Tree is part horror, part longing, part romance, part journey to find freedom from the shackles we often place on ourselves. It is a sweeping romantic fantasy of forgotten magic, forbidden love, and the price of confronting the past. The dead are speaking, and Synne is the only one who can listen