Door of Bruises

Twelve years ago, our fates were sealed with a kiss.<br/><br/>We are all, for better or worse, doomed to love each other until death do us part. My heart belongs to Proserpina and St. Sebastian-even if he no longer wants it. Even if she has left it behind to follow him.<br/><br/>Delphine's fled back home, and Becket's holy calling is in peril.<br/><br/>And now only Rebecca and I remain at Thornchapel to face the unknown.<br/><br/>The door is open. The door that shouldn't exist; the door that people have died to close. I don't feel like the lord of the manor. I don't feel like a king or a wild god. I am a friend and a boyfriend and a brother-and a failure at being all of these things. But the door doesn't care about my guilt. It only cares about the sacrifice I'll make to close it.<br/><br/>As the bruising dark of Samhain approaches, so does the fate of our circle, of Thornchapel and the village and the valley beyond it. And I must don the crown, because one thing is still true, even if I must face it alone.<br/><br/>Here at Thornchapel, the kings must go to the door.<br/><br/>Here at Thornchapel, all kings must die.