Swept along in a current stronger than the waters of Lanthi Ume, she approached the altar of her fate. The Preeminent of the Select - Lord Terrs Fal Grizhni - needed an heir to ensure his immortality. And Lady Verran was to be his bride.
His was a sorcery darker and more powerful than any other. She would be coming closer to the source of that power than any being had ever come.
An honour, some would say. Yet Lady Verran trembled with apprehension. What price of mind, of body, of soul, would be asked of...
The Sorcerer's Lady.