"The secret to magic is the way you feel when you imagine it."A realm of magic and fae that once seemed like an escape into a dream reveals itself to be the forge of Nephelle's hatred. Revenge, escape, and fear consume her thoughts more than she'd like to admit-more than she remembers her missing father.Broken by the captivity of who she once loved, our travelling Apothecary will be tested by not only her inner turmoil, but also by the deities in her pursuit of strength and independence. It is magic that she believes will harden herself. What she cannot feel, cannot hurt her.The flames of empathy within her drown beneath the poison that courses through her veins. The embers of resilience that she once stoked now suffocate in the stagnance of her stubbornness.But for those who feel the oppressive weight of Lyndal on their shoulders-built on their backs, made by their shackled hands-Nephelle wills herself to become a force of nature. Though she is singed and tarnished, a strange feeling like the softness of wildflower petals draws her closer to The Watcher who vows to deny fate, even if it means death.