While trying her best to enjoy the morning air of her town, Marin's friend rushes up the stone steps to her Tudor home. His sword bounces against his hip as he ushers her inside, asking for the large metal bar across her door to seal them away from prying eyes.
From his satchel, he pulls out a book. One with three blue dots lining its spine. One that would have you flogged in the streets for reading the words within them. Swearing on his life, he was not the one who stole it.
Despite Marin's demands, Krea will convince her to keep the worn pages; to follow his life and death predictions of a once-feared man of whom black smoke writhed in his footsteps. Marin and Krea will stumble into a long-forgotten battle of ancient magic, desperate to find someone lost to time. And Marin must discover what she can truly do with a secret that she fears will turn the world against her.