Whosoever hath collared the devil best not let slip the leash... Cracks are forming. In the Gates of reality. In the seams of a universe abandoned by its author. In the brittle heart of a lonely girl. In the opalescent eyes of the Wytch Wyrd. In the clean clay skin of an old gypsy Listener. In the fragile foundations...
Faith has finally come of age, and her future will be decided for her. She has to navigate her nerves and her new life while trying to figure out love and who's trying to kill her. She's not perfect, and she knows that. The people she meets and loses along the way will play a key part in her journey... if she survives...