Magic and adventure swirl through this spellbinding romantasy where a young woman reignites the embers of an ancient prophecy, unleashing a storm that could save her realm or doom them all. Fear of maegic plagues war\-torn Anwyvn. Halflings like Rhya Fleetwood are killed on sight. But Rhya’s execution is interrupted by an unexpected savior—one far more terrifying than her would\-be killers. The mysterious and mercenary Commander Scythe. In the clutches of this new enemy, Rhya finds herself fighting for her life in the barren reaches of the Northlands. Yet the farther she gets from home, the more she learns that nothing is as it seems—not her fearsome captor, not the blight that ravages her dying realm, not even herself. For Rhya is no ordinary halfling. The strange birthmark on her chest and the wind she instinctively calls forth means she is a Remnant, one of four souls scattered across Anwyvn, fated to restore the balance of maegic…or die trying. But mastering the power inside her is only the beginning. Desire for the Commander—a man she can never trust, a man with plans of his own—burns just as fiercely as the tempests beating against her rib cage for release. Rhya must choose: smother the flames…or let them consume her.

Four courts. Two kings. One Remnant whose choice could change the fate of the realm. The final battle begins in this epic conclusion to the #1 Sunday Times bestselling series. Captured and alone, it’s taking all of Rhya Fleetwood’s strength not to sink into darkness. As each day passes, she can feel her mind unraveling and her power slipping away until there’s no more magic, no more hope…no more Rhya. Soren and Penn will flood, scorch, and obliterate their way through Anwyvn to get back the woman they love. But even if they manage, the Rhya they rescue may not be the one they lost. The realm needs all four of the fated Remnants—Earth, Fire, Water, Air—to restore the balance. A prophecy looms, awaiting fulfillment, as does the deadly sorcery brewing in the Southlands. Rhya must retake her rightful place before it’s too late. Her mind may be frayed, but some bonds refuse to be severed…and some loves are so strong, nothing—not even oblivion—can erase them.