Some women call me a cold bastard, but not to my face. They are half wrong. Men like me are born in the twilight, live in the shadow, and die in darkness. I have no destiny, save for repaying the debt we owe to the Daemons. This is not to say I am cold – only principled... Forced into a bitter dismissal of his debauched Incanta, Reviver Amond grudgingly sets out to find another, but his cynicism cracks as he chances upon an innocent girl with a pure voice. His luck, however, is tinged with misfortune. Reviver Grym, his corrupt, sworn enemy is also hell-bent on winning the girl called Cytriah. Amidst the fierce rivalry that breaks out between them, Amond’s orderly world disintegrates into an appalling revelation: Grym is hardly a threat to Cytriah. The worst could happen if Cytriah ended up in his own hands…

Darkness rules her life. A pitiless man wants her body. A Daemon craves her heart. Raised within a regimented society of mages on the obsidian island of Malvaar, Cytriah, a young soul-catcher, is determined to attain the elite female rank of Exalted, hoping her soul-bewitching voice and strict upbringing will be enough. It cannot be. One chilling event from her past unravels her life, thread by thread. After her first grave mistake, Cytriah knows it won't be long before she’s forced to serve Malvaar with her body, given over to men she won’t be able to choose and bear children she will never see. Death would be kinder—if kindness were in fashion on Malvaar. As she makes a risky move to save herself, she unearths a dangerous contradiction to everything she has been taught. A secret she cannot ignore or forget. A truth that will drag her down the deadly path of blasphemy, forbidden affection and spilled blood…