Solé Covari has traipsed the length and breadth of Alterra with her Grandfather’s tribe. From the shining capital of Waldron’s Gate with its tall buildings and carefully manicured gardens to the farms and fields beyond Yon, she’s seen it all.
Like most of Alterra’s Roamers, Solé and her family make most of their living at the yearly Solstice Festival in the capital. Following in the footsteps of her mother and her Gran before her, Solé’s a seer-in-training. She’s been gifted with the sight—but lately, the things she sees when she sleeps have her wishing her talent away. It’s enough to make her jealous of the payos—non-roamers. Sure, a dose of the drug all of them take, Crumble, would block her visions, but it might be worth it if that meant it could also keep the nightmares at bay for a few nights.
Because there's no explanation for what Solé sees nearly every time she closes her eyes. A fairy-tale village, hidden in the Fog, a beautiful boy with tousled bronze locks, and shadows with glowing eyes all around, creeping ever closer.