Thornwake The other Hills: Book Four

The tithe is over. The Hollow beneath Thornwake sleeps, gorged and quiet, and Tamsin Reeve wears the crown of living thorn that once bled a King for two hundred years.But a face has opened its eyes in the floor of the mouth, and it isn't hers - and it asks which hill she is. Because there are seven. Seven hills, seven Wardens, seven jars, and one thing under the whole of the country with seven mouths. The tooth Tamsin gave back has set the other six turning in their jars, and the Wardens who've lived six hundred years on holding them can feel their years coming home.Then a drowned girl walks up the coast road with a letter in a kind and lovely hand. Come to the water. Bring the tooth. The head is quiet.Tamsin leaves her hill, and every mile off it tears her roots. Through a marsh where a village feeds its grandmothers to the water, to a black hill where boys are burned each May Eve, she goes north to hear what one dying Warden will tell her - and what the woman over the water won't.She was warned not to trust the fox. She should have watched the child.