The plants remember. The raven knows. And the garden has kept silent for twenty years… I've been offered a cottage on a retired folklore professor’s neglected estate. All I really need is four walls, a roof, and enough work to keep my mind off my missing husband. Instead, I find an apothecary garden thick with wild growth, a raven leaving gifts on my doorstep, and plants that seem to know when I’m frightened. The estate smells like lemon verbena after rain. Its paths are half-swallowed by weeds, and an old woman in a rusted trailer beyond the fence reads palms and speaks entirely in riddles. I’m supposed to be here to survey the grounds, not to find out what was buried in the garden. But the garden has been waiting for someone willing to listen. Someone else is waiting too. Waiting for me to get too close to a secret they’re willing to kill to protect. Grab your copy and start digging today.