Children of the Crows

<p>Blue hour settles over a rain-slick quay. In a city that keeps its own ledgers a single decision-gentle inconvenient impossible to unmake-sets lives on a collision course. Keys change hands. A battered notebook gathers names owed favours and the kind of promises that outlast a season.</p><p>As storms roll in from the harbour people who have learned to ration their hope try again anyway. A ferry whistle a shop light a door held open-small mercies become a map. Old hurts refuse spectacle; new loyalties ask to be tested in daylight. And overhead the crows count everything we keep and everything we abandon stern in the morning oddly merciful at dusk.</p><p>Children of the Crows is a cinematic slow-burn literary romance with thriller edges-consent-forward kid-first and tender without sentimentality. A novel about how cities take care of their own and how ordinary bravery makes room for a different kind of ending.</p><p> </p>