Religious unrest inflames the Kingdoms. Ships of war rain death from the skies. Mad gods seek their vengeance. And the will of the Sword won’t be denied. For Ryn and Josalind, the murder of an innocent and the sacrifice of family may be inevitable.
With just a few sentences, Spence Dobias establishes that we are now firmly in a world of her creation - one that is unmistakably the domain of the narrator's grandma. We are immediately under her spell.