Angol
Vaespyra's wrath and ruinous path
moved by rein on tisyphëalë wing
shall lay to rest in murky depths
the mannish fleet Cyere will bring
The cursed Thirteen, unleashed in green
a penance paid for jasmine bloom.
Freed at last, in prophecy passed
the raven graves spare all from doom
Lorelyi Tyraelomn has always known her life would end in service to something more than herself. As Oerythelor's High Priestess and guardian of the Rhône, she is bound to a relic containing the soul-devouring Vaespyra. For years, she has kept the prophecy's truth silent, and the old texts' claim: her death is inextricably linked to the jewel's destruction and the coming war. Not even Daedolus, her own beloved paladin and mate, knows the full scope of that secret.
But the oracles' warning becomes unbearable as Vaespyra vows to claim something they cannot bear to lose.
Desperate for answers, Lorelyi and Daedolus abandon the safety of Oerythelor and journey into the northern wilderness, searching for the ancient power that helped to forge the jewel long ago. What they uncover is far more insidious than the shadows raking at their heels, and only willing to help at a terrible price.
As monsters rise and ancient gods stir to life, Lorelyi must choose how much of her soul she is willing to surrender to protect those she loves.
