The Weakening Seal

The seal is failing.

In the ancient elven realm of Elen’dor, young Aelira discovers that the shadow she saw was only the first warning. Black veins climb the living Rootwardens. A cracked stone circle begins to breathe. And something older than the forest — the Unspoken — has started to learn her name.

With her mother Serelith, Aelira follows the path of the first keepers and finds the last keeper-lamp still burning. If the light goes out, nothing will remain to hide her from the mist.

The Unspoken does not hunt with armies.

It hunts with names.

And it has begun to speak.