Magic is forbidden in Dead King’s Hall. As a half-elf, Nix should have no such potential, yet the fire speaks to him, and the young archaeologist is not sure it’s just his imagination anymore. He can sense the city suffocating him, but on his own the outside would snuff him out in a heartbeat.
One fateful night the lonely scholar meets Shiagon, a charismatic praetorian looking for company. Just some harmless fun, Nix thinks, but the chance encounter has unexpected consequences.
The praetorian order needs an archaeologist for an expedition to the last temple at the end of the world. For Nix it’s a chance to leave the city. Shiagon just has a death wish.
Matters outside are worse than they knew, and the journey turns into a waking nightmare. The infected are closer to the city than ever, and not as aimless as they used to be – almost like something is guiding them.
Anya K. Jordan 