The world shattered after the War of Ruin. There was hatred running so deep within the seams of this world, it seemed beyond repair.
I wanted this world to be a better place for my brother, but I was just one girl. A thief, doing my best to give my brother the life I never earned.
But every life mattered. Whether demon, Fae, human or...
A Fallen.
Fallen hadn't been seen in over six centuries, why would one be here now? Why would he come to the Human Court?
He knew the truth. He must have. The truth no one else saw, the truth only I had figured out.

The witches were brewing something in the heart of the Human Court, something worse than the war that took the dragons, worse than the war that shattered the world, I could feel it, and so could they. The Nightwalkers, but this time, they would take everything.

It wasn't just my brother that needed safety, it was everyone. All of them. If only the dragons were alive. If only the gods hadn't died.
If only the God of Nightmares wasn't so cruel.

***Trigger warnings: Talk and imagery of self-harm