“REMEMBER, MY DEAR, YOU DO NOT REALLY AND TRULY EXIST”
Made of dust and bone and imagination, Irréelle fears she’s not quite real. Only the finest magical thread tethers her to life—and to Miss Vesper. But for all her efforts to please her cruel creator, the thread is unravelling. Irréelle is forgetful as she gathers bone dust. She is slow returning from the dark passages beneath the cemetery. Worst of all, she is unmindful of her crooked bones.
When Irréelle makes one final, unforgivable mistake by destroying a frightful creature just brought to life, Miss Vesper threatens to imagine her away once and for all.
Defying her creator for the very first time, Irréelle flees to the underside of the graveyard, desperate to unearth the mysterious magic that breathes bones to life, even if it means she will return to dust and be no more.
- Cat. No.