Lynora Nosferon Elder-Vladim has lived a comfortable life among the higher courts of the Empire. She is her father’s favorite daughter, and also the best duelist in the land. Although next in line for the throne, she has never felt quite at home among the stuffy royals and cruel aristocrats of her people. She yearns to cast off her title and find her own life, to be free of her controlling father and the never-ending tide of suitors…

He knows how to conduct a shrewd business. He knows the most lucrative trade routes, and also how best to preserve the skin of an Arachnidian in under 24 hours. But Drax has never met someone like Lynora, nor would he have ever cared to. However, with attacks on his regular routes growing more frequent, his options are limited. Maybe she can offer some manner of protection in exchange for a little coin? That sword at her side certainly looks like it means business!

Her people were peaceful, innocent folk. They were unprepared for the war that arrived at their village doorsteps.

Slaughter. Fire. Death. As their leader she was forcefully taken prisoner. Now, some strange red-eyed young woman with a wicked-looking sword has arrived to set her free. What could it possibly all mean?