Sarah Z. Creates

Selah of the Weavers was a perfectly ordinary girl. Daughter of merchants. Best friends with her cousin. Little known and little cared about outside the boundaries of her family trade.

Except …

The Seer — the woman no one can know is Selah’s mother — has commanded that Selah’s adopted family participate in the Reckoning, a bloody assessment of power and wealth that can have deadly consequences.

But some secrets refuse to stay in the shadows.

The Schola was meant to keep Selah of the Weavers safe.
But even the Schola’s magic can’t protect Selah from what hunts her beyond its walls.
Or from the dangerous truths she’s been bound by geis and blood to keep.
To shield her family, Selah must risk betraying those very secrets — a choice that could bring more bloodshed and heartbreak to the friends she’s claimed as her own.
Now, a new reckoning is rising.
And this one may be far more personal — and far more devastating — than she ever imagined.

Selah of the Weavers thought the Reckoning was the worst thing she had to face.
She was wrong.
Secrets never stay buried. Power never slumbers long. And the collision of the two is more dangerous than anything she’s survived thus far.
Her friend will bear the cost of magic and malice if Selah cannot find her in time.
Her brother will bear the weight of an oath that demands his freedom and his name.
And Selah … Selah must choose between a future that may destroy her and a heart that barely survived its breaking.

When it comes to trouble, Selah of the Weavers rarely goes looking — but somehow, she always finds it.

The late-night escapade with her mischievous cousin Eryka was supposed to be harmless fun. But when Selah stumbles into the moonlit embrace of a Fae-bred tree with a taste for magic, this clandestine adventure turns into a frozen, chime-filled disaster.

Between a laughing cousin, an exasperated guard and an antidote that might well be worse than death by tree, Selah’s learning one thing fast: unintended consequences can stink.

Selah of the Weavers hates her knowings.

Not true prophecy. Hints, only. A sense that something is coming but not how to prepare.

As her family’s caravan struggles through the rain toward Escabayle, that ache of knowing in her bones is a warning … and a shadow.

Then the blackbird joins them: a stranger who speaks of Reckonings and kings, but whose true message is delivered in whispers in the dark.

Mona of Syrrel wasn’t brave. Not really. But war doesn’t care about bravery, or determination or even skill. So she does what she can with a needle, steady hands and a heart that refuses to look away.

By dawn, she will be sent somewhere safe.
By then, she will understand what safety costs.

“Making Stitches” is a short, character-driven dark fantasy story about endurance, sacrifice and the choices that quietly break us.

Judyt expected an ordinary morning — until wild magic tore open the sky and ravening shadows shattered everything she loved.

When the storm passes, Ehslyng’s promise of safety is shattered. Its protections have failed, and the truth behind that failure may be more dangerous than the monsters themselves.

With only a blood-stained token of a broken pledge and a truth no one wants to believe, Judyt must leave what remains behind and carry a message powerful enough to shake the foundations of the realm.

Seven times a First Daughter has been born. And seven times, she’s died, the weight of her magic smothering the breath in her lungs before she can utter her first cry.
This First Daughter must live, because time is running out.
That is Sophya’s task: to protect the First Daughter from her own magic. To succeed where so many Seers before her have failed.
But more than magic threatens the First Daughter, and Sophya must risk more than ever to ensure the girl survives — even when that survival threatens everything Sophya cares about.