Hazel Fletcher is running from a past she can't even remember. The clergy and the cult-like holy order of wizards are after her, and all she knows is blood is on her hands. In her flight she finds herself in the basin of an ancient well guarded valley, by chance, fate, or perhaps even the valley itself’s guidance. Seemingly quaint and peaceful, the valley hides many secrets, some dark and twisted like brambles in ink.

My ultimate goal is to make twelve year old me proud