The Witcher meets post-Conquest Britain.
Some evils do not stop at the palisade.
Thirteen years since the Conquest, and Northanhame is still bleeding.
Eldred is a beast-slayer—marked in ways he keeps hidden beneath a deep hood. He takes work in the dark, guards livestock from things that shouldn't walk the land, and asks nothing of the men who hire him. He has one purpose now, and it lies in Dunholm: a crescent scar on a Normander captain's cheek, and a debt written in the blood of everyone he loved.
He takes quiet work at a lord's estate near the Normander stronghold, watches, and waits. But patience has a price, and the people of Lumlea are beginning to matter to him—which is exactly the kind of weakness that gets men killed.
And inside him, something older than any of this is stirring.
Graven is a dark historical fantasy of vengeance, survival, and the cost of gifts you never asked for—set in a cold, fractured England on the wrong side of conquest.
