Tenderness burns itself into ashes; it resists every instinct, every rage rising within, to forgive what can neither be understood, nor felt.

Here, reveries twist into madness, and hope becomes a wretched company in a realm where no luster ever reaches.

A descent both physical and psychological, this story peels back the flesh of the past to expose the nerve endings that remained.

She roused, deep in the earth's cradle-entombed in darkness and bleached bones and murmurs of a company that lurks in the shadows.

Thole follows Charlotte into a brooding descent, trapped beneath the surface, while above, a hunt continues; through faces of derangement, mouths of deceit, impious promises, and lastly, Charlotte's own unrelenting will.

While behind bars, Marshal Tilghman grapples with Charlotte's absence, his own sullied identity, and the solemn duty of raising young Jonathan in a world that refuses to understand him. With Dr. Clark's guidance, and a mysterious presence offering unexpected relief, he claws his way back towards a fatherhood long waned beneath his wounds.

In the heart of a quagmire, within a derelict cabin, Charlotte finds herself in Mac's quiet company, where pulsebeats tangle once more, and a stark flame rekindles between them, flaring deeper than either dared before-into a place where love becomes its own battlefield. And as it grows, and spreads, Charlotte begins to see, some embers leave only ash in the hands that reached too close.

The world of Loveletting expands further-richer, stranger, and bolder-introducing new souls and returning old ones.

Memories unearthed stitch past to present in a tale both sweeping and intimate.

And through it all, the wicked traipse within the jaws of trauma and revenge, dispersing in a grotesque gothic atmosphere and psychological horror with their mere essence...