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Not everything that dies stays dead in this house. After burying the past in The Scent of Ruin, Alestria Fawnwell returns to the home that made her-a house steeped in ghosts, grief, and a legacy rotting beneath the floorboards. As old secrets claw their way to the surface, she must confront the truth about her family's darkest sins and the part she played in keeping them buried. Told with razor-edged prose, The House That Buried Us is a twisted continuation of The Ruinblood Heirloom Saga, unraveling the lies we inherit, the ghosts we live beside, and the brutal beauty of becoming the woman…mehr

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Not everything that dies stays dead in this house. After burying the past in The Scent of Ruin, Alestria Fawnwell returns to the home that made her-a house steeped in ghosts, grief, and a legacy rotting beneath the floorboards. As old secrets claw their way to the surface, she must confront the truth about her family's darkest sins and the part she played in keeping them buried. Told with razor-edged prose, The House That Buried Us is a twisted continuation of The Ruinblood Heirloom Saga, unraveling the lies we inherit, the ghosts we live beside, and the brutal beauty of becoming the woman they swore you'd never survive being. Blood may bind, but it also stains. This Southern Gothic sequel drips with cursed inheritance, sacred defiance, and the scent of something long dead finally waking up.
Autorenporträt
Alestria Fawnwell writes like a funeral in velvet and speaks like she's been haunting her own story for years. Born of bloodlines better left unnamed, she rose from addiction and ashes to pen tales soaked in glamour, grief, and dark inheritance. Her Southern Gothic novels pull no punches and wear no pearls-they come for the family secrets with stilettos on. Alestria believes in lipstick as warpaint, truth as rebellion, and stories that dare to unbury what others fear to name. When she's not conjuring up twisted legacies, she's sipping milk tea on a haunted porch and stress-shopping for lace at midnight.