Ryn and Josalind are caught between rival forces that would either use them, kill them, or venerate them as lost gods returned. Their best hope lies with finding the mysterious Crucible Tree. But unlocking its secrets comes with a brutal price.
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.