From the moment our paths crossed, Wrath has always been with me.

Until he's not.

The Barbarians come for the Southern Isles by land and sea, and once the battle commences, I quickly learn that the command of the dead has been stripped from me. All I have left is the strength of a god, but that's more powerful than armor made of dragon scales. I know that Wrath still lives if I have this ability, and it feels like a message beyond the Underworld.

That he hasn't left me.

At least by choice.

I have to survive this war and save my father.

And then I'll find the man I love.