When your world is built on Magic and lies, what happens when both start to unravel? For most of her life Seraphine has been running from her magic and her nightmares, haunted by them in a way she can never explain to anyone else, not without risking exile. Something not even Creston, the male who has kept her safe her whole life, can stop.

When the darkness in her dreams starts to take form in reality, what else can she do but fight to find the truth that will save her from it?

Because the nightmares aren't just haunting her, she is being hunted.

By something far more powerful than she could have ever imagined.

Something from Faerie itself.