A Cozy Portal Fantasy of Corrupted Maps, Quiet Grief, and a Sentient Cornish Cottage
When the brass compass on her grandmother’s shelf begins to scream, Meredith Trevelyn has been guardian of the doors between worlds for exactly two weeks. Someone is corrupting the maps that keep travelers alive, and the only way to stop them runs through a dimension made entirely of crystal, where every reflection shows you the truth you least want to see.
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Meredith spent fifteen years building risk models. Nothing prepared her for a world whose geometry moves with emotion, where beautiful maps grow cages around anyone who recognizes them, and where the mapmaker has been trading travelers’ lives for his masterpiece for two centuries.
With a patient talking fox and a courier who stopped believing in guardians, Meredith must learn a way of knowing no spreadsheet can hold. Because the cartographer has seen exactly what she grieves. And he is offering it to her.
The maps are lying. The territory tells the truth to anyone brave enough to listen.
Perfect for readers of Midlife in Gretna Green and Witchful Shrinking, this is cozy portal fantasy with a warm heart and a literary soul.
Each story stands alone. Read in order and the cottage makes a different kind of sense.
Some doors open onto other worlds. The hardest one is down her own hallway.
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