Seer

Bodies lie strewn on the Throne Room floor. The blood of the dead and the dying pools on black marble. Seeping down through the merest cracks in the floor, one fatal drop touches the Sacred Seal. A hole in the fabric of time opens. The Demon’s Horde waits on the other side.

It is the Seer’s vision and her visions are never wrong. Carryn Adaeryn fears she can’t stop it from coming true. It is her brother, mocking her, telling her she will fail at every turn. And she is terrified Maralt is right. Every tenet she holds close will be tested. Every truth is bent. The souls of the lost and the living can survive only if she doesn’t fail. All the long years of struggle are in peril. No one is safe.

When the rules change, nothing is certain. Action and reaction determine Carryn’s choices and alter the course of time. The massacre is nearly complete. The battle for survival goes on. There’s only one left standing who can face the terrible...