Anahi and Erardo descended the ancient steps, the tiny hairs on their skin taut in the cold damp air. Abuela had used the last of her strength to release her clenched fist, placing the ancient script in Anahi’s hand.
This long-forgotten alcazar held secrets. Its endless passages winding back through time, the souls of its keep drawn to the labyrinth’s fulcrum. She knew Erardo was chasing his heart, but would he follow her across the threshold…Continue reading