Those gifted with power don’t get to choose a normal life. Kitty Fairlow’s hunting skills come from more than years of protecting her secluded village. She inherited an ancient spirit, a secret long kept, even from her. Until now. Grey-skinned creatures out of portals to a barren land rip Kitty away from her idyllic life. Her quest is to gather a group of heroes capable of defending their world against a race that devours life energy. Though she hasn’t prepared for this duty, she was born for it. She is a Constellation. And she’s not the only one. Kitty, along with a high-born dancer and snarky juggler who can’t stand each other, must find the rest of their kind soon. Because otherwise they’ll be dead before they even realise they are the last hope to save the world.

“They need six Urns, Archer, and they have four. Only two stand between your world and mine.” Unsure whether to trust information from a Tenebri mage, the Constellations race to stop the invasion of their world. Every decision could result in fatal consequences. Do they gather the lost Urns, find the remaining members of their team, or split their focus and possibly lose everything? As usual, no-one seems to agree and it’s up to Kitty to prevent her allies from falling apart. But with her own demons from the past, devastating betrayals, and the distraction of forbidden love, it might take more than she has to offer.

It's too late. The enemy has already won. After tearing through the barrier between worlds, The Ten are now free to consume everything the Constellations vowed to protect. Kitty and her friends must overcome the despair of their defeat and drive back the invading forces. The hunt is on. But the Tenebri generals are more terrifying than anything they've faced. How do you conquer nightmares and dread? Damien, bitter with the loss of his mother, home, and familiars, travels with the new Astronomer to search for a way to end the conflict. Straddling the border between two lives gives him a unique perspective. One that may get him killed by either side. Desperate times call for desperate magics. What’s left to lose?