I’ve known one thing all my entire life: I participate in the Fortingall Wood. I was created there and I’ll perish there. It’s in my own blood.

When slavers of the Hand take my buddy, sister, and our entire community I discover nothing I know is true-not my place being a ranger or even who I am.

With the help of the Sirens, ancient warriors imbued with a goddess, I might have a go at saving my children. However the Sirens possess difficulty of their very own. If I want their help I’ll have to free each woman from her magic-induced exile.

First, I have to find them.

But beyond the Wood is a property fallen into darkness. I’m too much out to go back home and too green to fight what’s coming. Even with the Sirens by my part, life is a choice between my children or my kingdom.

Is one worthy of saving with no other?

Contains mature themes.