She’s the heir to a legend. He makes candles.
Ivalyn A’Dulliver is the only living Gatekeeper, able to tear doorways through space with a gesture. Her brother Roth dips wicks at a chandlery, plays drinking songs in taverns until his band quits on him, and has spent twenty-two years envying a gift he’ll never have.
Then Ivalyn vanishes from her Academy dormitory, and the Academy’s response is a letter threatening her with academic probation.
Roth can’t fight the gargoyles that took her. But he’s heard of something that can: Cemengar, a legendary weapon lost in a cursed mountain prison beyond woods crawling with faerie folk. With a retired professor, an army deserter with a bounty on her head, and an orphaned pickpocket who can turn invisible, he heads north.
Because whoever took Ivalyn needs her for the coming Lunar Alignment, to reopen a gate to Hasraal, the red moon where a Gatekeeper trapped the conqueror-king Ashtor centuries ago. History remembers Ashtor as a hero who died in exile.
He didn’t die.
And when the enemy offers Roth the one thing he’s always wanted, he’ll have to decide what kind of man he is.
Coming November 17th.
