The Duskmire house is filled with hymns, laughter, and the fragrance of warm bread. To most, Kalma Duskmire is the model of faith—a devoted mother of seven, radiant, welcoming, beloved by her flock.

But Leandra sees what others will not.

Raised by a mother who spoke with spirits and taught her to read signs in dreams, Leandra has always carried a sensitivity to what lurks behind the veil. In the quiet hours of night, she is hunted by an entity that pins her to the bed, its cold breath sour with rot, its weight crushing. In the daylight, she discovers townsfolk gone missing, children sketching visions of bodies flayed open, hymns sung too sweetly over hollow eyes.

And at the center of it all—Kalma.
Charming. Hungry. Patient.

With the help of unlikely allies, Leandra begins to uncover a trail of disappearances spanning decades, stitched together by prayer books and sharpened knives. To stop Kalma, she must choose between the faith she married into, the rituals she grew up with, and the monstrous thing that stalks her dreams.

Some evils wear a mother’s face.
And some prayers end in blood.