Ravenwood Grimoire

The Cradle in the Chapel
The Cradle in the Chapel
The chapel on the hill had no clock, because it had never needed one. It kept time the way old places do, by the slow deepening of moss in the... Read more...
The Man Who Was Many
The Man Who Was Many
No one sees Lumen Black arrive. He does not step into rooms. He does not drift through walls. He does not descend from shadow. He is simply there, as though... Read more...
Sir Quacksworth and the Crumb Crown
Sir Quacksworth and the Crumb Crown
No one truly knew when the duck first arrived. Some claimed they had seen him as far back as their own childhoodsstanding at the pond’s edge like an old soldier,... Read more...
Vespera of the Last Horizon
Vespera of the Last Horizon
There is a particular colour the sky turns when it can no longer decide what it is, when blue remembers it was once gold, and gold remembers it will soon... Read more...
The Bell That Followed Him Home
The Bell That Followed Him Home
In the summer of 1994, Barnabas Ravenwood was twenty-nine years old and far more reckless than he would ever admit in later years. He had travelled to Mexico chasing stories... Read more...
The One Who Stayed
The One Who Stayed
In the early 1800s, the churchyard sat at the edge of town, where the cobbled road gave way to grass worn thin by generations of mourners.  Read more...
Shrovetide - Tallow Jack
Shrovetide - Tallow Jack
In the early years of the 19th century, Shrovetide in Derbyshire was not merely an event, it was a suspension of order. For one afternoon, the town belonged to the... Read more...
The Breath of Lura
The Breath of Lura
To be born of the mist is to know everything and nothing at once. For as long as the valley had existed, Lura had been its dream. While her mother,... Read more...
The Weight of Dale
The Weight of Dale
Dale was a man who understood that nothing is truly still. To the unobservant, a mountain is a static thing, but to a mason, it is a slow-moving ocean of... Read more...
The Guardian of the Lumb
The Guardian of the Lumb
Long before the first stone was laid for the mills, before the smoke of industry choked the valleys of Matlock, there was the Water. Read more...
The Weight of a Promise
The Weight of a Promise
In the year 1890, Matlock was a town of measured footsteps and familiar faces. Shop bells rang with soft insistence, horses clopped along cobbled streets, and the Derwent carried secrets... Read more...
The Letter in the Floorboards
The Letter in the Floorboards
Arthur Bell was always neat, even when he had very little reason to be. His flat cap was brushed every morning. His coat buttoned even when the wind tugged at... Read more...