I’m not dead. My first thought when I opened my eyes to the brilliant white room at Zepail and the feeling like life has been dragged from my bones. It probably has, because the last thing I remember is black-fire and pain and Zanar’s healing strands fragmenting as Dad shot death from his hands. ‘I’m not dead, ’ I say, to the boy collapsed beside me on the floor. ‘Early days yet.’ Zanar lifts his head to survey the door-less room. ‘That’s part one of our plan achieved.’ Locked in a room sealed with magic and on trial for murder, Uriel is hoping for justice but when the Lightspeaker’s of Meldin name her Abomination she’s forced to run, blinking through space to the forest. With Zanar, disowned Heir to the World; the dragons who are her relatives; and the newly made Lord of Deep Forrest she might be safe. But Uriel’s father is the Death Lord and when he threatens her friends, she comes out of hiding. With a psychotic pet dragon, a half-broken healer, and an ability to move through death, Uriel’s about to face down her dad, and the winged monsters who stand behind him. The odds aren’t good