Harbingers of enlightenment, bringers of darkness. Givers of life, tellers of death … significance flies on the backs of raven wings for those who dare to listen to its meaning. For we are the Messengers of the Realm.

The White Raven was born to bring magic to the dying realm.

One hundred and ninety-nine years ago the Blood War between the Ravens and the Leatherwings divided the land into Day, Night, and Dusk, cursing the land with the blood of the dead. Abandoned by Odin and his favored pets, Huginn and Muninn, the Ravens were stripped of their wings and their positions as Messengers of the Realm.

Her blood holds the power to heal the land and unite the kingdoms.

Wrennlyn Stallard, the King’s only daughter, had lived a life of privilege, kept sheltered in the walls of Silvervale. But on the night of her betrothal, her world shattered when an enemy from the Night Realm kidnapped her, taking her across the snowy terrain into a treacherous land called the Shadow Rift, the land between the Day and Night.

His mission is to take her to the Night King.

Onyx had waited months to seize her, purposely getting himself captured to work as a thrall for the Day King. Cold, ruthless, and burning with vengeance, he wasn’t prepared for the pampered, prophesized girl to be defiant, clever, and maddeningly impossible to break. Killing her would be easy, but her life is vital to a much bigger plan.

Because everyone knows … he who holds the White Raven holds the power.