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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
Ebonwythe

Ebonwythe

Come, Tyler

Paperback

FantasyHorror

Currently unavailable to order

ISBN13: 9798180878441
Publisher: Independently Published
Pages: 338
Weight: 0.90
Height: 0.84 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
In the perpetual drizzle of a Seattle that weeps more than it shines, where every alley exhales rot and every neon sign bleeds into puddles like dying stars, something ancient and exquisite moves through the gloom.

She does not hunt in the usual sense. She listens.

Ebonwythe appears where despair pools deepest-pale as moonlit alabaster, eyes like storm-tossed voids that swallow light instead of reflecting it. Her voice is velvet wrapped around a razor. Her touch promises release from the weight you've carried so long you've forgotten how to stand without it. To the shattered, the forgotten, the ones who already feel half-dissolved, she offers the one thing the world never has: an end to the struggle.

But the peace she whispers is not salvation.

It is something far older, far hungrier-a slow, intoxicating surrender to the beautiful rot that lives at the heart of everything. A cathedral of oblivion built from splintered piers, forgotten warehouses, and the ceaseless rain that washes away every illusion of meaning.

This is no ordinary horror. This is a descent written in the language of decay itself-lush, merciless, and strangely seductive. Every page drips with atmosphere thick enough to taste: the metallic tang of brine and rust, the velvet hush of shadows that remember every scream they've ever swallowed, the exquisite ache of realizing that some hungers are eternal because the universe itself is indifferent.

For readers who crave gothic fiction that doesn't flinch, who want prose that feels like being slowly lowered into warm, black water while something beautiful smiles just beneath the surface - Ebonwythe is your new obsession.

Dedicated to the damned.

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