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Tristan must flee south, away from the battle against the Arctic Lindworm’s Skada. Behind him the battle for the Iron Duchy, Ahead the Meadow Duchy, with a fleeting promise of sanctuary, for those now forced to wander. They are refugees, scattered amongst the tide of fate. But the Lindworm’s rage has unleashed more than destruction. From their mountain home the goblins spill, a plague, their forms twisted by a new darkness, corrupted and made worse by something older, something strange.

Change is the only constant, and not all change is good. The change most recent for Tristan Walker was all the free time he now had after finding his girlfriend in a compromising position with a few other people. He went back to his normal routine of life and had mostly forgotten the indiscretion when he found himself waking on his couch after a bright flash of light, with two suns hanging in the sky.

When I left my old life behind, I thought I’d seen the worst of it. Turns out, I was wrong. Six months after discovering I’m a Warlock, surviving my first semester at a magic college filled with witches, and forming a coven with my roommate, things are getting complicated. Just as I’m starting to make sense of Willowmere and the Witch Families that want me bound to them—or dead—Morgan, the closest thing I had to family in foster care, shows up. Only she’s got magic of her own.