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ONYX SANCTUARY

March 1, 2022

What does a fake client, an attempted abduction, and a decade of secrets have in common?

Apparently everything.


I don’t remember the shadow realm, but the land recognizes me as someone it once knew.


The lost heir, worshipped and adored…

She’s painted on the sides of buildings like some demonic vigilante waiting to accost you in the nearest alleyway.

What I don’t know is that she is me.


Badass bounty hunter.

Mostly fearless.

Pint-size terror.

Full-size train wreck.


I’m surrounded by an onyx cloak; from the demons I befriended in my sanctuary to the creatures I grew up with inside the castle walls. Now, even the strangers who desperately need me bring a cloud of darkness to aid in my fight.


The men in my life are spine-chilling monsters, but I might be the worst one of all.