After the horses cease squealing in terror and the bronze blades lay hacked out of shape, Ari stumbles onto the battlefield to cart dead nobles home. Hiding in a grimy profession, nobody questions her past, and that suits her. Then peace ruins everything. 

Led to a staggering defeat by bickering nobles, with her occupation eliminated, Ari scrambles for more than just curse words and a way to satisfy her growling gut. When a commission to spy ends in her girlfriend’s shattered skull, Ari rages over how the wealthy can continue to crush lives without consequence.

Yet what can she do? She is nobody, a tribe of one, just another flea on a bear.

But so is Waltaur, a brain-injured guardian hiding a young heir from his merciless mother.

And then there’s the meige. High on the treacherous mountains, nobody knows what the blooming moss wants, but it’s consuming souls to get it.