Daphne has a secret. A secret worth killing her for. Leaving her old life behind she runs away from home to become a dragon rider at Basgiath. No one can know who she is. No one could have prepared her for what awaits her at Basgiath: the challenges and surely not a pair of onyx eyes. Staying in the shadows becomes nearly impossible with a certain dragon rider trying to bore himself into her life. A dragon rider that might kill her if he figures out who she really is.

"C'mon Travesty." "Is that why you gave me that name? Am I absurd and distorted?" Three hundred years of riders. The Valkorin bloodline, renowned for boundless courage and valour, have always been assets to their wings as riders. Tierney learned not to fear death, nor the god of death who only takes what she prizes and never returns. As a Valkorin, honour and pride come before fear. However, while she does not fear for herself, she is terrified for the lives of her loved ones. Grief haunts her, a name she can never see the face of again, a constant reminder of her loss and her weakness. The Rider's Quadrant, where her brother was murdered, will she survive? He knew her, before he even saw her. His description is accurate to the point it's terrifying. Tierney, even without his description, Bodhi knew who she was, her wandering eyes, her walk, her beliefs-each detail resembles the man who saw his face before his relic. A single promise leads him to leap off a cliff, seeking to become boundless and see her once more, his Travesty. "Oh, how dangerous it is to love someone so." "Don't make me think of you with someone else, Tierney, I can't take it, not when we're like this." travesty /ˈtravɪsti/ noun a false, absurd, or distorted representation of something.