Amaris At age fourteen, I watched my fathers empty casket get lowered into the ground. At age eighteen, I experienced a loss like no other. At age twenty-three, I work to ensure nobody else gets buried without a body and try to explain away the unexplainable. The years have hardened me, rightly so. I thought that if I kept my walls up, that bridges wouldn’t start collapsing beneath me. I was wrong. In a matter of days everything I thought I knew, turned out to be mythology. In a matter of days, the mythology we were taught as fact, turned out to be fiction formed by twisted tongues. Death has surrounded me my whole life, perhaps it’s time I greet him with an open hand. Merikh The past nine years have been excruciating. I’ve searched for answers in all the wrong places. All the wrong people. Turns out, the answer I needed has been in my periphery for five. And for all the wrong reasons. Death has surrounded her, her entire life. It’s time we get well acquainted.

After absorbing the essence of life, Amaris has been left hanging onto hers and Merikh hanging onto his sanity. Just when it appears that life is finally going to level out for each of them, lies are uncovered and hard truths revealed with their past coming back to haunt them both. Find out if love will prevail or forsake them in the sequel to The Hand of the Forbidden.