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Made by me, @themadmorrigan, in Wonderdraft. WIP still; also, the House of Spirits area is supposed to be blue but Wonderdraft said no.

St. Marthe the Brave, patron of rivers - a Priestess who slew the Tarasque, the greatest of the river beasts that dwelled within the Riviere Spiriteaux. (Based off of the legend of St. Martha and the Tarasque!)

St. Belle the Clever, Lady of Autumn, Matron of Flame: a noble daughter who dressed as a male to defend the Autumn Lands, assembled a WILD crew of her fellow soldiers, and - with said wild crew and her supernatural horse - won back the fortune of the Autumn King as well as his favor. (Yes, it's VERY Mulan-like, but I based it off of the story of Belle-Belle of Le Chevalier Fortuné. Not mentioned but definitely present: St. Belle's antagonistic and [more than a little] sapphic relationship with the Autumn Queen.)

St. Romain the Kind, patron of mercy - formerly the lone seelie representative of the Autumn Land's ruling council [long story on that one], Romain was tasked with slaying the legendary Gargouille, a dragon, with the help of a condemned male (or so his Goddess-prompted dream told him). That male was…

St. Edmond the Condemned - a condemned prisoner who was pardoned by St. Romain while on death row and helped to entrap and slay the Gargouille. St. Edmond was granted clemency and joined the Most Venerable Order, whereupon he performed a number of miracles during the rest of his life. Some tales even say he ascended to the role of High Priest in his lifetime, which is nearly unheard of across all three aspects of the Mother. (Based off of the legend of St. Romanus and the Gargouille with a tiny dash of The Count of Monte Cristo thrown in.)

St. Ankou, the Father of Dust, patron of the dead and second chances. Especially venerated by those who worship the Crone. He was a cruel, boastful Autumn prince who literally met Death during a hunting trip and challenged him to see who could kill a black stag first; he bested Death, but was cursed to take his place for the rest of his years. He then spent the rest of his life trying to repent and performing miracles for the downtrodden. (Based off of the legend of the Ankou and the tales of Robert the Devil.)

St. Castile the Simple, patron of farmers - a simple man, he slew a wolf terrorizing the farmland of the Harvest Court that turned out to be a man, but was mauled in the process (based off of the tale of La Bête du Gévaudan, and the Loup Garou). He arose as a werewolf, but was blessed by the Mother to be able to control his transformations. He went on to defend the Court of Harvests as one of its mightiest warriors.

Banner by me! Blue music notes and staff below by @saradika-graphics!

Part 1.5 of the Or Forever Hold Your Peace series. Part 1 - We Both Go Down Together - can be found here. The prologue for Part 2 - The Harrowed and the Haunted - can be found here.

Status: Complete Rating: T (language) Relationships: Nessian, with crumbs for Gwynriel and Emorie that never quite got off the ground

Thank you to my betas for chapter 3, @chelseamorninggirl, @frostystarlight, and @gooseyjossip!

Snippet:

“What do you mean,” Azriel asked slowly, enunciating the syllables of each word slowly and crisply, “that you think the fire was your fault, Cassian?” The temperature around them dropped even further in a matter of seconds and all the little noises that tended to come with older buildings—walls settling, wind rattling the windows—paused at once. The House, it seemed, also wanted to know the answer to that question.  Instead of answering immediately, Cassian swallowed; he could feel his heartbeat kicking in his throat, the strong staccato beat of a bass drum, growing faster in tempo as the combination of nerves, shame, anger, and fear for his mate—because where in Hel was she?—continued to descend upon him. Nesta was missing. Azriel’s words echoed in his mind: Her mate abandoned her on her mating day! You can’t understand how to make a godsdamned decision to save your life! It was his fault, ultimately, that Nesta was missing. His heart beat a little faster still. He could still salvage this. He had to salvage this, even though it meant revealing secrets and insecurities that weren't his to tell, a boundary Nesta had always been very clear about. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again as a thought occurred to him. It was a firm boundary, but she had gone missing and if it was a detail that could help find her…?  Fuck it. He’d already done so much wrong that day, what was one more strike against him? “I forgot to mention to Rhys that Nesta…” Cassian finally answered after a deep breath, “That, uh, she can’t handle the sound of logs popping in a fire.”

Read Chapter 3 here!

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taglist behind cut!

Here's where Autumn is, at present:

Chapter 2 of The Singer Addresses His Audience is in beta, and that story is definitely getting a third chapter.

Sneak preview of chapter 2 behind the cut! (And note, I take some liberties with who knows about the House.)