The whispering stones hold a secret—a song of making, a song of breaking. On the mist-shrouded isle of Inis Fáil, magic is woven into the very fabric of existence, a subtle current felt in the rustling leaves and the rhythm of the tide. But a creeping blight, the Fading, steals the magic, leaving behind a chilling emptiness.
Aisling O’Malley, a sea maiden whose voice holds ancient power, feels the island’s desperation as keenly as her own. Haunted by visions of a desolate future, she searches for a way to save her people. Her quest leads her to Declan Byrne, a warlock cursed to carry the very blight he fights against. His touch brings decay, his every spell a gamble between healing and destruction.
Bound by a shared desperation, they seek the lost verses of the Song of Making, an ancient magic rumored to hold the key to both the Fading and Declan's curse. Their journey plunges them into the treacherous beauty of the Fae realm, a world of shimmering waterfalls and whispering forests where the veil between worlds is thin as breath.
As they unravel cryptic verses, their fragile pact blossoms into a forbidden love, a delicate flower blooming in a dying world. But their connection draws the attention of Morwen Gallagher, a powerful sorceress whose grief has turned to ice. She sees Declan’s curse as a weapon, a means to sever the link between realms and sacrifice the human world to save her own.
At the Whispering Stones, where the boundaries between worlds blur, Morwen lays her trap. Aisling and Declan must confront not only a vengeful sorceress, but also the full horror of Declan’s curse and the depths of their forbidden love. To heal the land and break the curse, they must unravel an ancient pact, a sacrifice demanding more than magic — it demands faith in a world where magic has become a source of fear.
Can Aisling’s unwavering belief and Declan’s blighted touch rewrite the ancient pact? Can their love, forged in the shadow of a dying world, blossom in the light of a new beginning? Or will Morwen’s vengeance consume them all, leaving behind only silence and the dust of forgotten magic?