Niamh was running for her life--and she was running out of time. She could hear the demon’s song echoing through the Bog Woods, one of many creatures on daia that would try to kill her and her brother over the coming phases. Not only were they being hunted by blood eaters, but the poison that coursed through Aodhan’s blood was sure to kill him, or worse. Not to mention, Niamh had no idea how to channel the magic that claimed her. Their crownlands had been usurped, their loved ones taken prisoner, and it was all because Niamh had been chosen by the Mother—A Mairean. Mairean were a new breed of practitioners on daia, able to channel endless magic in a world where magic was dwindling, where the wards that kept the monsters out, were fading. But Niamh considered herself cursed. Cursed because every other practitioner on daia hunted the Mairean for their magic. Cursed because she had been stripped of her title as Princess Heir, and forced into hiding. Forgotten. Until now. The last thing that her ward commanded, was for her to travel north, to a strange city, to find an unfamiliar fae ally. Along that journey, not only would she find family, but she would also find that, maybe this world needed her more than she could fathom. And her strange dreams … well they would eventually, reveal it all.