Thalia has a purpose.

After months of experiencing to roll with the punches, she right now knows what her part is in the grand scheme of things.

Newly crowned mainly because Queen of the Fae, and mother to a newborn hybrid, Thalia is going to undertake her most daunting role yet: she’s been ordained, with the Gods themselves, to lower the Devil.

And no, there isn’t a euphemism hidden in that phrase. Morningstar needs to be studied down, and she’s the bada$$ to do it. If she will get her hands on him.

Obviously, about Trierna that was under no circumstances likely to be easy, and in the face of the apocalypse that’s hit Earth, yeah, it isn’t like she can simply buzz him on the telephone . But when certain situations emerged in the face of Armageddon, Morningstar abruptly doesn’t look like the largest, baddest SOB out there. No, sirree. That name belongs to another person. Three guesses as to who.

Only trouble is, Thalia and her mates can’t remove the Earth’s true foe on the lonesome, which means they will have to use their son-in-law-to-be without chopping off his head.

Contains mature themes.