For a hundred years, Altarra has burned. The goddess of war, Morrigan, has conquered kingdom after kingdom, leaving only ruin in her wake. Every prophecy says the same thing—nobody can defeat her.

And after a century of failure, someone finally takes that literally.

When the goddess Artemisen chooses Soli Graymind—a nobody from the lowest caste who suffers from chronic depression—to lead one last desperate quest, the world laughs. But Soli won’t be alone. She’s joined by five others just as broken, just as lost:

A thief with no Guild.
A noble with no wealth.
A sorcerer with no hope.
A warrior with no morals.
And a prince with no kingdom—the one man she can’t stop thinking about, even when hope itself is dying.

Together, they are Altarra’s last chance.

Because maybe being a "nobody" is more powerful than anyone imagines—including themselves.

THIS IS THE OLDEST LOVE STORY OF ALL TIME . . .

Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, wields unparalleled power over every divine and mortal heart. Mistaken to be all beauty, no brains, she is in fact the most dangerous of all, driven by passion regardless of the consequences.

While on the surface, Ares, God of War, is her opposite –disliked by everyone and devoted to stirring up conflict – the two are more alike than they realise, each causing havoc for gods and mortals as they rule their primal realms.

These gods are no more immune to the dizzying highs and lows of love and loss than anyone else and before long, they are irresistibly drawn to one another. But there’s only so much room for fire and passion in Zeus’ kingdom, and whilst the God of War may be capable of greater love than anyone else, so may the Goddess of Love be capable of the gravest mistakes.

Be careful what you witch for.

Welcome to year two at Weatherstone College…

Last year, after coming face to face with darkness and lethal monsters, Logan Kingston, my sworn enemy and sometimes ally, brought my first year to an explosive ending. There’s a bond between us that I can’t explain, but I just know he’s hiding something. Maybe I don’t fully trust any spellcaster, but there’s no denying my draw to him.

I’m not going to lie, I haven’t felt myself since then, and I’m dreading returning to Weatherstone.