The Knight and the Moth

Sybil Delling, a Diviner bound to the windswept cathedral of Traum, has spent nine years deciphering visions from unearthly Omens in her dreams. Lords and commoners alike seek her prophecies, but as her decade of service nears its end, her world fractures when fellow Diviners vanish without a trace. With the cloistered safety of the cathedral crumbling, Sybil must step into a kingdom shadowed by mist and peril—a place where faith and fear intertwine.

Her only unlikely ally is Rodrick, a sharp-tongued knight who scorns her visions and wears his heresy like armor. Rude, devilishly handsome, and armed with a sword and skepticism, Rory becomes her reluctant guide through a realm where gods walk unseen and danger lurks in every shadow. Together, they navigate treacherous moors and crumbling ruins, pursued by forces that blur the line between divine will and mortal ambition.

The Stonewater Kingdom breathes with eerie life: sentient gargoyles crack dry jokes, ancient symbols hold cryptic power, and the Omens’ influence seeps into every corner of politics and prayer. Sybil’s journey is one of quiet rebellion—not just against the vanishing sisters’ mystery, but against the very foundations of a world built on unquestioned belief. Here, dreams are currency, prophecies are traded like coin, and every step toward truth risks unraveling everything she’s ever known.

Gillig weaves a tapestry of gothic atmosphere and slow-burn tension, where lavender-drenched landscapes hide razor-sharp stakes. The romance simmers in shared glances and guarded trust, never overshadowing the quest but deepening it—two souls learning to see beyond the roles forced upon them. Banter cuts through darkness like a blade, and even the smallest moments (a gargoyle’s grumpy quip, a loom stone’s silent weight) pulse with meaning.

This is fantasy that lingers in the bones: a meditation on who controls stories, who gets to be seen, and what it costs to reclaim your own name. Forget cookie-cutter heroes; here, courage wears a shroud, heresy feels like hope, and every page hums with the quiet thunder of a world on the brink of change.