Faerie is forgotten. The Western King must be brought to his knees.
With no food, no horses, and a traitor in their midst, Thomas Rymour has small hopes of freeing the dragons magically enslaved by the Western Kingdom.
But there are scattered malcontents, indentured dwarfs and fanatics that might be persuaded to rise up and lend their aid.
And Tom has Caledyr, the ancient sword that whispers to him and gives the strength to see this journey through. Because the closer he gets to his goal, the more uncertain he becomes. Is this a quest for liberation or vengeance?
Is it the sword that thirsts for violence and blood? Or is there something dark growing inside Tom himself?