Tinctures and Terror

Vessandra Nyx was once the Archmage of the Shadow Weave, a woman whose name was whispered in fear across the Southern Reaches. She had the obsidian spire, the skeletal legions, and a heart as cold as a mountain peak. But after a century of world domination, she realized that keeping an empire together is mostly just tedious paperwork and ungrateful henchmen.So, Vessandra did the unthinkable: she retired.Now living as "Vess" in the salty, fog-drenched town of Siltport, she spends her days running The Kettle & Cauldron. Her alchemy is master-class, her tea cures hangovers that feel like dragon-fire, and her only companion is a skeletal mouse named Pip who has a penchant for tiny knit sweaters.But Siltport isn't as quiet as it looks. Between a rival apothecary and a past that refuses to stay buried, her patience is wearing thin. When a face from her dark past arrives wearing a silver inquisitor's badge, Vessandra must decide: can she solve her problems with a well-steeped brew and a touch of humanity, or will she have to remind the world why they were afraid of the dark?The first book in the Tinctures and Terror trilogy, The Villain's Teacup is a cozy, high-fantasy reimagining of what happens after the Dark Lord loses. Perfect for fans of Legends & Lattes and Warrior's Rest. Rowan Heath writes fantasy novels for people who need a break. When not typing, they can be found wandering the woods, drinking dangerous amounts of tea, or attempting to bake bread that doesn't resemble a brick. They live in a quiet corner of the world where the Wi-Fi is spotty, but the coffee is strong.

Vessandra Nyx, the Archmage who traded a dark crown for a copper kettle, thought she had finally found sanctuary in the salt-slicked caves of the coast. She was wrong. The High Reach has noted the "geological anomaly" growing in her basement, and the High Censor doesn't like anomalies. Especially ones that breathe.Summoned to the imperial heart of the Arbor of Ash, Vessandra is forced to do the unthinkable: she's taking the shop on the road.It isn't a normal relocation. With a silver-barked Sanctuary Tree growing through the roof of a heavy merchant wagon, a sentient Truth-Settee acting as a backseat driver, and a six-inch skeletal mouse named Pip holding the spectral reins, the journey is anything but quiet.As they trek across the empire, Valerius struggles to keep his scones from rattling to pieces, and Elowen's sun-magic is the only thing keeping the imperial shadows at bay. But the road to the Arbor is paved with more than just dust. Malithandra's legacy is waiting in the white woods, and she's prepared a homecoming that could turn Vessandra's mobile sanctuary into a funeral pyre.In the final installment of the Tinctures and Terror trilogy, the tea is hot, the road is long, and the stakes have never been higher.They packed the tea. The trouble packed itself. Rowan Heath writes fantasy novels for people who need a break. When not typing, they can be found wandering the woods, drinking dangerous amounts of tea, or attempting to bake bread that doesn't resemble a brick. They live in a quiet corner of the world where the Wi-Fi is spotty, but the coffee is strong.