What would they do if I screamed...if the force of my voice ripped these walls to shreds?
Thirteen years have passed since five-year-old Eris crossed the border into Omaria, finding shelter among a wary band of drifters. But Sithian slaves are branded like cattle, and the scars across her palms serve only to alienate her from the people she once trusted for protection. After word reaches the forest of a violent Sithian...