Two fast friends conquered their world, and settled down...until one of them got bored. When a goddess calls, a sane man, an ordinary man, would ignore her. But Marist, son of Marist, High King of all Calandra, is far from an ordinary man. What Marist wants, Marist will have. Cities, kingdoms...immortality. Dillan-Rhis, Duke of Esdragon, finds no harm in joining his old friend for one last glorious adventure. The duke does not believe that the king is called. He does not understand that his own dreams are anything more than dreams. Nor does he suspect that he is followed by a small black wolf with a scar on her nose...Wyndasha, a shape-shifter whose dead grandmother's voice ceaselessly instructs her to "chase destiny." Dillan-Rhis is a good friend, a brilliant commander, a competent ruler, chosen master of the warhorse Valadan. Since first they met, he has ridden at Marist's side, unquestioning. Nothing will part them. Not raging rivers, not wild beasts, not earthquakes. Can Rhis save his friend from himself? Will Marist find that he has limits at last? Will Wyndasha chase her destiny to its end?