The wheels of fate have started turning, setting into motion the deathly chariot of destiny... It all began with a piece of parchment-a missive from Eitheon that confirmed Vorigan's darkest fears. The Emperor of Aria sent forth the formidable members of the Imperial Guard to seek out the last descendant of Ilirion's Bloodline. Little did he know, she was nearer than they had anticipated, and one of their own was keeping her hidden from Vorigan's sight. Ayana knew they would come for her one day, but she did not expect it to be so soon... Can Ayana protect her loved ones? Can she escape the clutches of the ill famed Imperial Guard? Can she truly outrun the fiery tentacles of fate?

The king's magnificent palace was built in a matter of weeks. No one saw the builders, no villagers are allowed beyond the gilded gate, and only one servant has ever left. The haunted look in her eyes as she was recaptured by the palace guards is something Josie, daughter of the village doctor, has never forgotten. For Josie, the palace is a mystery that grows more intriguing after she meets the captain of the guards, a man known only as Hammer, as mysterious and captivating as the palace itself. Whispers of magic fuel Josie's desire to uncover the truth, but an ordinary girl like her can only dream of ever being invited inside. When the king decides to take a wife from among the eligible daughters of the noble families, the palace gates are finally thrown open and the kingdom's elite pour in. In a court where old rivalries and new jealousies collide, the king's favorite is poisoned and the doctor is summoned. As her father's assistant, Josie finally sees inside the lavish walls, but she soon learns the palace won't surrender its secrets easily, for not a single resident, from the lowest servant to the king himself, has a memory from before the palace existed. In the search for the truth, Josie is drawn deeper into danger, and the answers she seeks might shake the very foundations of the kingdom.

Eros, a world forsaken by its gods, left to be governed by kings and Magi, gifted with control over various elements. *** Some say the gods are dead. That Godswar left no victor standing. That perhaps they never wore flesh at all, and old tales are mere tales. Others say they have left this land to their creations, or merely left their bodies, and are now the living spirit of their own element, gifting and empowering their chosens. There's, however, a whisper of madness, or perhaps a jest, that the gods are alive, never ceasing to weave fate to their whims. That they will be seen once again, in time to finish Godswar. Whether it is the gods' will, or not, as the ambitions of kings and outlaws tangle with ploys of betrayal, personal vendettas, fury and passion, a war is sure to come. Edited by Timor Magber Graphic Design by Timor Magber