Fantasy written for teenage readers asks for a steady hand: enough danger to matter, enough warmth to come back to. Alyssa Roat holds that balance in Wraithwood, taking an inheritance plot, an old house and a seam of Arthurian legend and turning them into something with real teeth.
Her instincts are novelistic rather than merely fantastical. The magic arrives with rules and consequences, the adults are not simply obstacles, and the peril is allowed to be frightening. Young adult listeners get a book that respects them, while adult listeners get one that never feels like a compromise. It is the sort of storytelling that has kept this corner of the genre healthy.