A hundred and thirty years have passed since Arathiel last set foot in his home city. Isandor hasn’t changed-bickering merchant families still vie for power through eccentric shows of wealth-but he has. His family is long dead, a magical trap has dulled his senses, and he returns seeking a sense of belonging now long lost.

Arathiel hides in the Lower City, piecing together a new life in a shelter dedicated to the homeless and the poor, befriending an uncommon trio. When one of them is accused of Isandor’s most infamous assassination of the last decade, what little peace Arathiel has managed to find for himself is shattered. In order to save his friend, Arathiel may have to destroy the shreds of home he’d managed to build for himself.

Arathiel could appeal to the Dathirii-a noble elven family who knew him before he disappeared-but he would have to stop hiding, and they have battles of their own to fight. The idealistic Lord Dathirii is waging a battle of honour and justice against the cruel Myrian Empire, objecting to their slavery, their magics, and inhumane treatment of their apprentices. One he could win, if only he could convince Isandor’s rulers to stop courting Myrian’s favours for profit.

In the ripples that follow Diel’s opposition, friendships shatter and alliances crumble. Arathiel, the Dathirii, and everyone in Isandor fights to preserve their homes, even if the struggle changes them irrevocably.