I had always known moving to Eilé would be dangerous, and that I might die some strange, unnatural death. Mostly, I imagined eventually being hunted down by Mikael and Moira for another game of sacrifice the Lorehnin girl. Who would have thought I’d go out like this? A living, breathing lightning rod, calmly accepting my fate like some maiden meekly submitting to her martyrdom. I almost snorted. I guess I could start kicking and screaming if I wanted to. Then again, it might be nice to die with some dignity intact.
A few scant months ago Robyn Dunbarre, with the help of Devlin O’Brolaigh, managed to escape the claws of a sadistic Otherworldly mage with her life barely intact. Now living in Eilé, Robyn is eager to track down her Lorehnin roots. Devlin believes they should start searching among the Amsíhría, the women of the Otherworld with the power to appease Eilé’s wild, and sometimes volatile, weather.
On their journey to the Amsíhr Mountains, Robyn and Devlin visit Luathara Castle. The time spent with Meghan and Cade is meant to be a calm and relaxing break from their recent trouble in the mortal world, but Robyn soon learns that not all has been peaceful in Eilé either, and that the stubborn well of her own Lorehnin magic is finally ready to leave its mark on the Otherworld.