Detective Grace Marlowe has built her career on precision and grit, carving her place in the department without owing anyone favors. But when she’s called to the scene of a murdered tech heiress in a penthouse suite, the case feels wrong from the start every detail too deliberate, too staged.

The body is laid out like an art installation: silk gown, perfectly applied lipstick, a single drop of blood at the corner of her mouth. No sign of forced entry. No defensive wounds. And tucked under the bed, hidden in a place only a meticulous search would find—an envelope.

It isn’t addressed to the victim. It’s addressed to Grace.

Inside: a photo of her sister, taken the year she disappeared 

Deadly Grace 


The Choir wasn’t dead. It had just shifted octaves. Its broken mouths still muttered under the earth, caught in the bones of the plateau. Every fissure hummed with it. Every breath I took dragged a sliver of that music into my lungs.
We climbed anyway. Boots sliding on wet stone, knuckles scrape...

 Everything Has Teeth

The Echo Always Comes Back

What You Don’t See Still Burns

The Weight of Choice

Teeth in the Water

The Quiet knife 

The Shadow in the Glass

Pressure Break

Clawing Toward Daylight

The Glass Above

 The Edge of Daylight

The Plateau Bleeds

The White Maw

Teeth in the Flood

 The Hollow Pulse

Splinters of a Crown

The Break

Overtime

Sudden Death

Double or Nothing

The Crown Splits

Inside the Skull

The Bone Choir

Shards of the Hymn

The Ribs Close

The Ceiling Breathes

Stones That Bleed

The Flesh of Stone

The Hollow Choir 

 The Crown That Eats

The Wound That Breathes

Ash That Walks 