"Damn you" the finger rasped, his tone listless. "You've killed me twice over." "I thought you were already dead." The Breaker laughed, coughing up blood. *** Seventeen years ago a sun was extinguished and a child was stolen. Now, the echoes of the past are screaming. The century old king draws close to his end. A dead man flees the wrath of Providence. An overly ambitious girl, her legs having been stolen, attempts to scale the heights of the kingdom. And a golden eyed fellow, the child of conquest, wears two faces. The war of succession looms. With the world as the prize, there is only victory or death.