There were sicknesses in this world even holy water couldn't wash away
𝐈𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐲.
𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲.
𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐞,
𝐁𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰,
𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡,
𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.
Skylar Blackwood thought she knew what monsters looked like. But in Winworth, nothing is what it seems.
Not the arrival of a stranger with eyes that see too much, and lips that taste like danger.
Not the young women who begin disappearing in the night.
And certainly not the people in the sleepy town she grew up in that begin to turn on one another.
One truth is undeniable, something wicked is loose in Winworth.
No one is safe, and trusting the wrong person could cost Skylar everything.
Trapped between the two worlds as secrets start to unravel, what little sanity Skylar has left threatens to shatter, leaving her with more questions than answers.
Turns out, real monsters are never what they seem.