When your soul is hunted, you can't hide forever. Thousands of years ago, an evil known as the corruption seeped into the land. Where once it was contained by the Sentinels -- humans or elves gifted with magic -- it now thrives unchallenged, gaining strength and claiming those that once fought it for its own. Nineteen year old Skye has always known this. Living with demons on your doorstep is a constant fight for survival, but she’s determined to not become one of the corruption’s monsters. To keep her soul pure, no matter the cost. But with the Sentinels gone, betrayed by their own, it’s only a matter of time before the corruption seizes them all. When a scouting mission goes awry and Skye is taken prisoner, her blades can’t save her. Marked by the corrupted Sentinel, she waits for a fate worse than death to take hold. Only when the Silverborn, knights dedicated to fighting the corruption come to free her does something awaken within her. Something powerful. The power of a Sentinel. Celestial. Fire. Water. Nature. Shadow. None are safe from the corruption. *+*+*+*

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.