Mara Thorne arrives in Willowfen with a cart of remedies, a grief she hasn't named yet, and no plan beyond the herb garden waiting at the end of the lane. She wants only to tend her herbs and be left alone. But the plants have other ideas. They speak to her in impressions and moods, and the village has needs that won't stay buried: a child who can't sleep, wards washed thin by storms, and a...
