The Serapin’s Kiss is a lyrical dark fantasy about exile, survival, and the quiet rebellion of a graceless girl who refuses to disappear. I was born to sing—not for this bloody work. Not for swords and bows, muddy paths and cold bowers. My mother was the High Siren. I was meant to follow in her song. Now, I have only silence. Silence—and the growing fear of what comes next. Goblins and sprites take us. And yet… there is a grace, hidden among the outcasts. A grace brighter than all the lantern bulbs of the valley. A star in our midst. That is good. Because all I see is darkness. And I must follow the light. I am Aylia, daughter of the High Siren, of the line of Aeleph, first of the elves. And this is my song.