The Thorns We Inherit

The Thorns We Inherit

Tales of Nyxarra, Book 1

Special edition
Hardback

Genres: Fantasy, Epic, High Fantasy, Romance, Romantasy

Tropes: Mental Illness Representation, ⁠Morally Questionable/Gray Characters, Slow Burn, Vampires, Badass FMC

Lindsey A. Hart

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$55 USD

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Format & edition

Special edition! Sprayed edges, foiled cover.

"Thoroughly enjoyed losing myself in Hart's lyrical, poetic writing and intricate worldbuilding. This gorgeous gothic fantasy is led by a strong heroine that you love to root for and a dark, intriguing man I couldn't get enough of. A beautiful tapestry of a book, and a story I can't wait to follow into book two!"

– PENN COLE, New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of Spark of the Everflame

“What an incredible gothic fantasy debut from Lindsey Hart! The Thorns We Inherit is atmospheric and sexy, with unfolding mysteries that kept me turning the page long into the night.”

– DEMI WINTERS, New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of The Ashen Series

This lush dark gothic fantasy debut by Lindsey Hart weaves haunting worldbuilding, goddess-blessed magic, and an aching slow-burn romance into a story of legacy, devotion, and survival. Perfect for fans of V.E. Schwab, Rachel Gillig, and Hannah Whitten—and for readers who crave gothic fantasy steeped in tension, magic, and emotional depth.

Aurelia Moirae never asked for power—or for the gods who carved her bloodline to come calling.

When her world collapses, Aurelia is dragged into Nyxarra, a mist-shrouded city ruled by blood bargains, ancient grudges, and magic long thought buried. What begins as a desperate attempt to save her brother quickly unravels into something far more dangerous.

With a haunted warrior at her side and a beautiful monster at her throat, Aurelia must face the stories etched into her blood—and the cost of daring to rewrite them.

Power is a curse. Love is a risk. And survival may cost her everything she has left.

“The thorns we inherit do not ask permission. They prick, they scar, they remind us that beauty was never meant to be harmless. And neither were we."