Both medicine and magic failed to save Aron. I intend to change that.

I’ve feared my magic my entire life, knowing my mother had chased dangerous magic before her death. I’ve never been able to look into how—or why—she died. Until now.

I have a name.

While struggling to help Aron, I use my new allies to search for information about the person who might be responsible for my mother’s death. With the appearance of a new mage and abilities far beyond anything I’ve ever encountered, I’m forced to abandon that search and find some way of stopping power that taps into the magic on the other side of the Veil.

Only—how can I stop a power that calls to me?

I’m close to understanding what I am, but this mage stands in my way. I intend to stop her… or die trying.