Chapter One
The island was shrouded in an icy mist so thick that it clung to my wings and refroze. The cold seeped through my flying leathers and filled my lungs with a bone-aching dampness that made me feel clammy all over.
Even worse than the chill was the lack of visibility — dangerous at the best of times but possibly lethal when flying into enemy territory. While the island itself was technically under Drathen control, the surrounding sea was patrolled by Euroshean fae forces to guard against invasion — as if the poison of the demon king’s insatiable greed hadn’t already lain waste to Cragsmuir.