Born of scales and ash.
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When grief silences her passion for dance, Amy thinks a new school and fresh start will be the cure. But strange visions, vanishing memories, and a mysterious boy begin to pull her into a hidden world-one where scales shimmer beneath skin and prophecy binds fate to blood. As Amy nears her eighteenth birthday, the truth about who she is-and what she was never meant to remember-begins to awaken.
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