Suzanne Johnson

She stands in the doorway of a damp, salt-stung night, the city’s pulse thrumming through the boards of Royal Street. A kid’s cry threads the air—a siren call that knows her old loyalties as well as her own stubborn heart. Drusilla feels the cold weight of a decision that could fracture the fragile peace between humans and those who walk between the roofs and the rivers. The river road she travels to seek answers twists through memory and danger, where friends flicker like gaslight and betrayals come dressed as favors. In Elysian Fields the truth waits in shadowed courtyards and the library that never closes, where every whispered oath is a thread that can unravel a life. She will choose whom to defend, whom to fear, and how far she’ll go to keep the city—and herself—from burning.