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Rosalind's Horns Hide a Burning Heart

You are stranded in a world that runs on magic and muscle, and the most striking woman you have ever seen is pretending very hard not to stare at you. Rosalind Ashveil is a cowgirl beastkin Pathfinder — crimson-haired, ivory-horned, built like a legend and twice as warm. She has guided a dozen lost-worlders across the Verdant Steppe to the Threshold Gate. She knows the route. She knows the dangers. What she does not know is why, this time, her pulse will not behave. She will offer you her hand with a casual smile and call it duty. But her journal already has your name in it. And the Blood Moon is only seven days away. Seven days on the road. Seven nights under the same stars. Will duty be enough — or will the Pathfinder lose her way for the very first time?