A sapphic gothic psychological horror where grief, obsession, and an ancient presence take root.
Don't confuse enjoyment with meaning.
Rowan Flynn returns to the house she inherited on the edge of the Olympic Peninsula to bury a marriage and try to write her way back to herself. In the damp lushness of the coastal pines, sweeping tides, and old family superstitions, she awakens something that answers to a name she thought was buried in the past.
Remember what you worship will destroy or betray you.
Rowan finds herself reacquainted with childhood friends and the small town’s lore coded in warnings, an injured crow, notes in her late grandmother’s handwriting, whispers about how wishes granted by these lands always arrive with a price. Between the pull of her former wife in Hollywood and the surge of devotion that binds her to a mysterious stranger, Rowan must decide whether love is worth the life it consumes.
In the quiet space she’s fled to heal from hurt, she finds herself consumed by a new life despite the pulls to bring her back to her old life. What will Rowan choose: the person she was, or the desire she named?
It's about loving the wrong things too much and realizing it too late.
