The Eternal Gloaming

The wind over the village of Oak haven did not blow; it scraped.It was the eve of Autumn’s End, the night the mortals called the Great Feast of All Hallows. Normally, the village would be a riot of or...

Nupoor SethiaI'm NupoorSethia, a writer who loves magical worlds. I wrote The Eternal Gloaming because I love the spooky thrill of Halloween quests. When not writing, I enjoy Reading Books. I hope this epic adventure inspires you to always be brave!