Haunted by their pasts.
United by an uncertain future.
This hunter is about to become the prey.
Some elves are born for greatness, but that’s never been Ieduin’s thing. He prefers to fill his days with simpler pleasures.
When the war with Trinta sends him to Greymark, he finds himself torn between his duty and his growing attractions to the rebel king, Rowan Sullivan, and his co-commander, Rixxis Amaranth. With bandits marauding in the hills, and an army at their gates, it hardly seems like the time for romance. Maybe restraint has never been Ieduin’s strength, but he’s desperate to prove himself worthy of commanding the Crows. He’s confident he can resist Rowan’s advances, and control himself when it comes to Rixxis. Maybe.
But they’ve got stranger problems. Trade in Greymark is at a standstill thanks to rumors of a ghostly hunt that rides out every full moon. Anyone unfortunate to be caught in the hunt’s path is never heard from again, making travel across the vast kingdom even more dangerous. Locals claim a terrifying god of death has risen from the underworld to have his vengeance upon the living, but his targets don’t seem so random to Ieduin.
Is this apparition friend or foe? Ieduin has fought and survived all kinds of crazy things, but a vengeful death god? Restless spirits on the prowl? Ieduin’s luck may have finally run out.