In the Wake of the Wicked (The Veridian Empire, #1)

by V.B. Lacey

I had a small portrait of her and my father in the locket around my neck, but it did little to fill the hole that had been carved from my life.

Autumn was normally my favorite time of year. When the darkened leaves flowed like crimson and orange waves beneath my feet, the brightness of the moon stirring the Alchemist magic in my blood, the smiles of strangers and whispers of spirits and crisp scent of spice and smoke…it awoke something in me.