The Heliacle has risen.
But it wasn’t without a cost.
After being freed from her ordeal in Lylican,
Amylia begins to heal as she forges a new life in Asteryn.
But within its borders, bonds are being strained to the limit.
Old wounds test the strength of those closest to each other.
The eight territories of Labrynth are still dangerously divided,
human distrust of Wytchlings cleaving them apart.
After devastating attacks threaten to break tentative alliances,
Asteryn makes a desperate attempt to unite them all.
Attica is stirring…
Imogyn, its Queen, is ready for war…
And she knows something they don’t.
I was born in blood and pain. I should have been thrown to the wolves with my mother’s body, my soul destined to roam the woods with my sisters. But fate laid its cold hand on me as I entered this world, wrapping its icy fingers around mine and leading me towards a life I could so easily have never seen.
My name is Lyrik Damaris.
And this is my story.
Raised to be a wife.
Taught to be obedient.
Expected to submit.
Taken in as ward of Lord Drakon after her parents' slaughter.
Forced to navigate a new life, trying to become what is required of her
in a world so vastly different than what she had known.
Then Attica, Kingdom of the Wytchlings, moves to rise again.
Territories long alienated are forced to unite. Secrets begin to unravel.
Secrets that make her question everything.
She is Amylia Sylvers.
And she is about to show the world
that even the most unexpected …
can burn the brightest.
