A Crown of Monsters

Three months ago, Elara Vaelthorne learned that some things cannot be fixed.

She has been running ever since.

From glittering parties on the Gilded Coast to blood-soaked hunts across Orea, Elara has perfected the art of not thinking. There is always another tavern, another wager, another monster to kill. Another night in Pride's bed when oblivion proves harder to find at the bottom of a bottle.

But grief is patient.

And something inside Elara is changing.

Wounds heal that shouldn't. Ancient roads recognize her. The impossible follows wherever she goes, while an eighth chair waits in Orivareth for something the laws of the world insist cannot exist.

Then whispers begin spreading through Orea.

There are those who do not fear what Elara is becoming.

They have been waiting for her.

As old secrets surface and the people she loves begin slipping beyond her reach, Elara must decide how far she is willing to go to keep from losing anyone else.

Because monsters have always existed in Orea.

The dangerous ones are the people who have finally stopped being afraid of becoming one.