Some towns bury their ghosts.

 Blackmoor makes deals with them.

When I began writing Dragons of Blackmoor: Book Two, I knew one thing had to happen: the past wasn’t going to stay buried. Not for the characters. Not for the town. And definitely not for the readers.

Because the truth is—nothing in Blackmoor is ever really gone. Not the families who vanished. Not the magic they tried to erase. Not even the people you swore you’d never see again.

In this book, doors open that were never meant to be unlocked. People return who were meant to stay in the ground. And memories resurface… altered, twisted, or completely missing.

But the most dangerous part?

Some of those memories are coming back to bite.

Book Two is about what happens when forgetting was the defense—and remembering becomes the threat. It’s about loyalty tested, identities fractured, and the moment you realize the people you trust most may have rewritten your story long before you were ready to tell it.

Some ghosts knock.

 Others kick the door in.