She's eighteen, this girl, a woman really, raised mostly in isolation, taught to run a house as if this one isn't a ruin waiting to fall with a dying family (decreased yet again by a recent death), no fortune and no prospects of which to speak.
Once upon a time, a girl was born. A hundred years later, she grew up.
War is coming, or is it already here? Faye is stuck trying to overcome her PTSD from the last battle. Will she be able to learn enough magic in time to stop Typhon in this war or will her guilt cripple her in the Ether's time of need?
We aren't like the creatures who were made in this world. We aren't meant to debase ourselves with then. To live a human life is to forget who we are. To forget who we are is to be an enemy to ourselves. To each other."