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Assassins strike. Rebellion rises. And a dragon stirs in the north.

Geneve and the sorcerer Meriwether are ambushed while burying their dead. Their attackers can wear any face—even the one she loves. Their goal is simple: erode the Queen's power and tear the crown from her trembling fingers.

To stop them, Geneve and Meriwether must race to the north and cut the head from the serpent. But the fires of rebellion are already blazing. The Feybrind and Vhemin march to war. The gods turn their faces away. And in a madman's grip, a dragon wakes—ancient, unstoppable, and bent on destruction.

Geneve has faced horrors before, but even the ancients feared the beast that now threatens to burn the world.

Her blade is ready. She only hopes she is strong enough to wield it.