On the day that would change everything, the afternoon sun flamed violent tongues of rust orange and fire-poker red across the cosmos. A breach. A warning. A harbinger.
Bridgette Conner learned more about herself in the past twenty-four hours than she did in the previous twenty-three years of her life, and that's barely scratching the surface of what lays ahead of her and those she holds dear. She is tied to three lands - one by blood, one by birth, one by choice; all by love. As winds blow...


