Death. Eve can feel it in the frigid, icy air of the Unclaimed Wastes. She can see it in the treacherous blue eyes of a creature once believed to be myth. She can hear it echoing in the soul she had given to the grimoire for the promise of safety.But soon, Eve realizes that one should never trust what is cursed. And now there are other terrors that loom before her. Ones of legends and lore, nightmares and tales as old as the Blood of the Blackthorn itself.As the fallen goddess wakes from her centuries long slumber, the world of mortals and magic is rife with the wrath of her vengeance. The Age of Witchcraft has returned and with it a war that threatens all.
