Blood & Garden

“An invitation arrives pressed between the pages of a botanical journal — no return address, only coordinates and a promise: 'I believe you will understand what grows here.' The estate is impossible. Black roses that bloom in frost. Vines that coil with intention. A greenhouse whose glass swallows all light. And at the center of it all, Lady Elowen — reclusive, nocturnal, beautiful in the way that makes you forget your own name. She says she needs a researcher. The garden says it needs something else entirely.”