Lyra Bard has been accused of many things—a villain, a trickster, a thief of chickens, a god killer, and, naturally, a man-eating ghoul. She’s had her fill of talentless bards warbling embellished nonsense and spurned lovers twisting the truth to soothe their wounded pride. If history insists on casting her as a monster, she might as well be the one holding the brush. So, with ink-stained fingers and a wicked grin, she sets out to write the only story worth telling—her own. A tale of drunken excess, fallen companions, reckless escapades, and a legion of enemies who still spit her name like a curse. A story soaked in blood, laughter, and just enough chaos to make the gods wince. Yet hidden within the wreckage of her misdeeds lies another tale—a stubborn little girl, too foolish or too headstrong to fear her, who, against all reason, nudged Lyra toward something she never expected: a fleeting, reluctant moment of heroism.