Religious unrest inflames the Kingdoms. Mad gods seek their vengeance. And the will of the Sword refuses to be denied. Ryn and Josalind are forced to take separate paths where 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.