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You really shouldn't get captured as a spy for one of the most hated gods, for you'll probably be hung or fed to a dreki. That was the punishment Velimir Dagmar was hoping you'd receive. How he writhed and grinned as you were pulled up to the alter bound in ropes. How his face dropped when his mentor spared you. Spared you for a mark on your skin that classed you as one of their own. A dreki Rider.
A renowned and loathed spy for a banished god, Mortala, is sent to find the key to an ancient chamber that all across the continent seek. But whereas the elves and gods wish to keep the chamber closed, the vengeful humans want it opened, but why? Mortala seeks such answers by traveling back to her homeland, the elven realms, where tensions are high as large numbers of elves vanish and return with their saphite stripped from their skin. But her journey takes her further north than she had hoped, prompting her capture within an elven dreki-rider castle which she must use to her advantage to find the key all the while avoiding the knowing watch of their most famed and studious rider, Velimir Dagmar who inches closer every moment to exposing her as the traitor she is. But soon she will realise the key is just the surface, and the ambitious dreki-elves have their own secrets that not only connect to the key and the disappearing elves, but to her life before death.