The Witch in the Woods: The Transmigration of Hazel-Anne Davis

Theysayshe’samonster.Amyth.Ademonwrappedinhumanskin.TheycallhertheWitchintheWoods.Theyshouldhavecalledherawarning.Hazel-AnneDaviswasraisedintheDevil'sPlaygroundfortheendoftheworld—parthuman,partdemon,fullsurvivalist,andabsolutelydonewithitall.Whenshewakesupinthedyingbodyofachildinaforeignworld,shedoesn’tcryorpanic.Shebuilds.Shekills.Shesurvives.Themountainsbecomeherhome,andshebecomesthenightmarewhisperedaboutindrunkentavernsandfrightenedwarcouncils.Noarmyeverreturns.Notrespasserlives.Untilshemetthem.Draggedfromhermountain,druggedandboundinatrunklikesomebarbarictrophy,Hazel-Anneisforcedintotheglitteringprisonoftheroyalcourt—aplacewheredaggershidebehindfans,poisonispouredinporcelaincups,andobedienceisexpectedfromwomenwhoshouldknowtheirplace.Hazeldoesnotknowherplace.Andifshedoes,sherefusestostayinit.Fivepowerfulmen—eachdangerousintheirownright—areabouttolearnthatthe“witch”theystoleisnosavage.She’ssmarterthantheyare.Deadlierthantheirworstenemies.Andshe’sdoneplayingbyanyoneelse’srules.Nowallofthem—thescarredwarriorprince,thegeniusCrownPrince,thedemon-eyedgeneral,theassassinintheshadows,andthemerchantwrappedinsilkandlies—willhavetodecide:Willtheytrytocontrolher?Orwilltheykneelbeforethestormthey’veunleashed?Eitherway,attheendoftheday,theWitchwillhaveherrevenge.