Some scars will never heal. Seraphine's life imploded well before she found herself fighting death, but unrest waits for no one. Not even a Phoenix. Time is up in Keinteris, and the Elliphir won't wait any longer. They have decided on revenge, leading them all down a path soaked in blood, one the Elders intend to pave with Guardien lives. Seraphine and her friends will have one chance to stop it, one chance to save the lives of hundreds, before Faerie comes for them all. The first of the Elliphir is ready to bring his people home for good. Leaving only one question remaining... Who will live to see Faerie, a world that stops for nothing, not even death?
When your world is built on Magic and lies, what happens when both start to unravel? For most of her life Seraphine has been running from her magic and her nightmares, haunted by them in a way she can never explain to anyone else, not without risking exile. Something not even Creston, the male who has kept her safe her whole life, can stop. When the darkness in her dreams starts to take form in reality, what else can she do but fight to find the truth that will save her from it? Because the nightmares aren't just haunting her, she is being hunted. By something far more powerful than she could have ever imagined. Something from Faerie itself.
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