Dragons of Blackmoor: Whispers from the Hollow
About
Secrets are waking. So are the dead. And she’s caught between both.
After the gala ends in blood and silence, Melissa Moore begins to see Blackmoor for what it really is—a town built on forgotten wars, buried truths, and magic that was never meant to return.
With her aunt’s diary pointing toward lost daggers capable of killing dragons, and secrets her guardians died to protect, Melissa is forced deeper into the legacy she was never meant to inherit. Students are vanishing. Memories are shifting. And something is haunting the town’s most sacred places—something that knows her name.
Xylar Throne has kept his distance, but Melissa can feel the change in him. The way he looks at her. The way he doesn’t. Their kiss still lingers between them, but so does the danger. And if she gets too close, she might lose more than just her heart.
As ancient enemies rise and a sealed darkness stirs, Melissa must decide how far she’s willing to go to uncover the truth—and who she’s willing to lose to keep it.
Praise for this book
This book didn’t just break me—it unmade me.
R.D. Foster drags you deeper into Blackmoor’s cursed legacy with a story that’s equal parts haunting and seductive. The tension? Off the charts. The magic? Wild and unforgiving. The romance? Twisted, aching, and damn near lethal.
Melissa is unraveling secrets that could burn the world down, while Xylar—gods help me—is the type of monster you’d still crawl back to in the dark. And that ending? Cliffhangers should be illegal at that level of emotional damage.
This series owns me now. And I’m not even mad.