L'Veyna watched her god crumble to ash.
She should have been laughing and dancing with the rest of the youth, not witnessing the moment Prophecy bound them to the cruelties of Prophecy. Hunted by sycophants, she flees her home with Jouler, the Harbinger of Death; the man fated to lead her people to destruction, and she would stand beside him. So said Prophecy. L'Veyna and Jouler avoid imperial patrols and seek refuge in the frozen heights of the Boorde Alliance, home of the iconic race of philosophers and blademasters. L'Veyna's and Jouler's safety is shattered when rumor of his role in Prophecy spreads among the Boorde. Hunted once more, visions of ruin drive them across the Blasted Lands, chasing whispers of the Black Breath, a dark relic left by the evil god Dra'Nahl. After all, Prophecy said Jouler would wield its powers. . . or does it?
After the destruction of Serolle, every imperial soldier, Vrath, and Sotouri scoured the empire for Makayla and Kael. After spending weeks in a cave, high in the Alrynn Mountains, they emerge from hiding only to fall into the hands of a ruthless Citizen. To save Kael, Makayla must feign hatred, endure his tortured cries, and seek forgiveness from a person who has none. But time is running out, as Kael is dragged ever closer to Eio, the stronghold of the dreaded Sotouti, where Lord Rodak waits to exact vengeance for his slain son.
In the second installment of the Chronicles of Torgeir, betrayal and redemption blur the line between good and evil, staining even the purest intentions. With an ancient force rising from the empire's past, L'Veyna, Jouler, and the other Facets must unravel the truth of Prophecy before it consumes the land in destruction.
