Skilled healer and supposed witch Madara Reed finds herself at the head of a rebellion after preventing the execution of the Three-Day-King. Plagued by dragon dreams filled with the low thud of wings and the scent of fire and ash, she finds herself in the camp of the two last dragons of the blood. Vhaeryn and Gerath are two very different men. Vhaeryn, fair-minded and just, would have made a marvelous king had his reign not been cut short. He's every bit the prince troubadours sing about right down to his white gold hair and heart of flame dragon's eyes. Gerath is very much not his cousin. Impulsive and driven by revenge, the once bandit has suffered too much since his family's fall to let the old slights go. Madara quickly finds out that justice is too cautious and revenge leaves nothing but chaos in its wake. It's never been a question of who will sit on the throne, but rather what will be left of the kingdom when they do, and which cousin will Madara choose in the end.

This isn't the story you think it is. They raided the temple and captured a priestess to teach their King magic, while the rightful heir to the throne languishes in obscurity plagued by guilt and the voices in his head. The chorus of whispers has followed him his entire life. Usually they are easily drowned out with liquor and herbs but not anymore. Now they scream for him to free the Phoenix and to let her burn the land to right the wrongs committed by the new King and warn him about the return of his identical twin brother--the one he could have sworn he watched die.