Listen. I have a story to share. Will you hear it howling in my eaves? Feel it gusting down my chimney with a fine mist of rain? See it in the gossamer ghosts flitting over the dust and ashes? Scent it on the salt wind that whispers and wails with the voices of the lost? I can only hope you will. Fiadh wears a stolen pelt that eats away her humanity, night by night. When she stumbles into an abandoned lighthouse with blood staining her hands, her teeth, she has almost given up hope of claiming back her life. A daughter of fire, Brenna's only wish is to flee her father's legacy and the people who call her accursed. After a wolf attack leaves her injured and awakens the superstitions of the townsfolk, she strikes a bargain with the Council in a desperate bid for her freedom. A son of the sea, Tuathal seeks answers the tide alone cannot give him. Chasing the memory of his mother, he is drawn to a fragile stranger who might be the only one who can unveil the mystery of her disappearance. Within the lighthouse's walls, on the cusp between fire and storm, an old story begs to be heard, heeded, and understood. Each tread in the footprints of the past, but what will it cost to tell a new story, to set old wrongs right?
