K. Vale Nagle

A rot has taken root in the heart of the murmuration…
“The king’s talons are around your throat…”
A dark shape swims through the luminescent waters of the Crackling Sea…
Something haunts the desert, something that was once an opinicus.
They stole her mate, so she stole the night.
On the shortest night of the year, blue eyes pierce the snowstorm.
Lost eyrie ruins, a horde of rabid starlings, and a sinister discovery at a lost dig site.
A world on fire. A gryphon army. A mysterious sickness.
Gryphons, murder, war, and tasty fish!

Gryphon Insurrection