The Crystal Cartographer

Meredith spent fifteen years calculating risk for hedge funds. Then the brass compass in her grandmother's cottage began to scream. Two weeks into a Guardianship she never asked for, Meredith crosses into a dimension made entirely of crystal, where every surface reflects the truth you least want to see. Someone is corrupting the maps that keep travelers alive. The maps are beautiful. They are deliberately wrong. And they kill anyone who recognizes them. With a patient fox mentor at her side and a sharp-tongued courier who has survived three weeks in the maze, Meredith follows the corruption to its source: a cartographer two hundred years old, whose life's work runs on other people's lives. He knows exactly what she grieves. He knows exactly what to offer her. For readers of Matt Haig's The Midnight Library, this is a quiet, luminous fantasy about grief, second chances, and the maps we mistake for the world. Every instinct Meredith trusts will fail her here. The territory has its own opinions. Open the door and start reading tonight.