They stole the world's dreams. She's coming to collect.
No one dreams anymore.
The virus took that from us, along with most of the world. Now the last of humanity and supernatural-kind cling to a single island refuge, our minds held together by Somnol, a dream-substitute engineered by Morpheus Corp.
For most, it's enough. For my sister, it isn't.
The warping is hollowing Rae out, unspooling her mind until there's nothing left but a frightened child. The shadow-market tincture that keeps her stable doesn't come cheap-so I hunt blight in the dark. Illegal. Lethal. The only thing keeping her alive.
I have a system. Crowe, my on-again, off-again lover, to trade with. Hexar, my forbidden ogreborn crush, to keep me armed. It works, until one botched hunt and a wall of failing wards tears it all apart.
And in the wreckage, I find the truth.
Morpheus Corp made my sister this way.
The evidence is hidden in a maze built to kill. And the only man who can get me inside is Shayde Wolfgrim, the dangerous king of the Shadow District. The man who decides who gets close to that maze and who doesn't.
To reach the maze, I have to make him trust me. To make him trust me, I have to make him want me.
The plan is simple: seduce the enemy, expose the truth about Morpheus, and save my sister.
But the plan never accounted for wanting the enemy.
Whatever it takes to save Rae. Whatever it takes to burn the whole rotten corporation down.
It's time for Morpheus to die.