Something is being taken from the magical communities. Not power, not property. Memory.
Thirteen months after arriving in Emberwick, Elara Winterbrook has found her footing. The tea shop is warm, the ley lines are strong, and she is beginning to understand what it means to be exactly where she is supposed to be.
Then Seraphina arrives with news that cannot wait.
Across five magical communities, practitioners are losing specific memories. Not randomly surgically. Moments of resistance, of courage, of intelligence gathered about a shadowy organisation known as the Unsevered. Someone is removing the memories that make people capable of fighting back, and they have been doing it for years, one person at a time, without anyone noticing the pattern until now.
The Frost Moon rises in eight weeks. During its three-day window, the theft can be amplified beyond anything previously possible - reaching every targeted community simultaneously, erasing the entire network of people who have been quietly paying attention to the wrong question.
To stop it, Elara must leave Emberwick for the first time.
What she finds beyond the bridge is a world larger and stranger than the veil has let her believe, a trail of careful damage left by someone extraordinarily skilled, and a mystery at the heart of the Unsevered that changes everything she thought she understood about why magical communities have been hiding for three hundred years.
She also finds that some things taken can still be returned.
The Frost Moon is the gripping second instalment of The Emberwick Chronicles warmer than a thriller, darker than a cosy, and utterly impossible to put down. For readers who stayed up too late with Book One and immediately wanted more.