Pyrebrook is small and quiet. The forest is clean and full of life. The fields are always yielding good crops. The people are always kind, though they do gossip. But Pyrebrook is strange. At night, a terrifying monster prowls the streets, and the curfew and locks on the doors don't do much but make the residents feel safer. Some of the residents are rumored to be monsters themselves, though maybe less terrifying than the one in the woods. They are rumored to fly and read minds and start fires with nothing but their hands. Juliet has always thought the rumors concerning these people were ridiculous, though she can't escape the rumors surrounding her. It's not her fault that her parents are dead. It's not her fault that their bodies were never found. It's not Juliet's fault that the monster let her live.