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Once, when the gods walked the world, their wars shattered—and remade—continents. Dragons flew, and the Wild Hunt roamed the open roads. Those with power survived; those without did not.


A city of beauty, grandeur and death rose on the Eastern shores, and the Lord of Night ruled from it. When the god fell, so did the city, and in time, other cities rose to take its place, the history of the gods forgotten in the long sundering.


The god has not forgotten his ancient home.


Jewel Markess and her den have survived demons in the streets of the Hundred Holdings. They’ve found temporary sanctuary in House Terafin, the most powerful of The Ten. But nothing in life is free; Jewel knows that to keep the safety and shelter her den’s been given, she has to earn her place in Terafin.


She’s lost kin. She’s determined not to lose anyone else. What the Terafin wants is information about the undercity. Given the years she’s spent foraging in its darkness, that should be easy.


It’s not. Every familiar entrance to the undercity is gone. Were it not for the irrefutable presence of demons, Jewel’s claims about this hidden city would be dismissed out of hand. 


But the city needs to believe in the tales of a den of orphans, and it needs to believe quickly - or a god will once again walk the world.