The Evernight has ended, but its talons scarred the land beneath gleaming stars. Tolossa is no shining kingdom, a warlord does not rule the unforgiving steppe and passive Quelton has not mastered its famous crafts. Before writing came to be, recording analogues of truths, tales were told throughout the ruined lands. One figure eclipsed the rest. From the wild steppes of Hykhune, to the arid desert of Sundassia, they whispered her name with deeds of...