When Thalia Eichel, a nobody from Druin, wakes up on the outskirts of the royal city with her memories lost, it's safe to say she has a few questions. Only one person can give her the answers she seeks-Alistair, the God of Protection. Her mind may be nothing but a web of fragmented memories, but there's one thing Thalia does remember. She hates the gods. As if talking to him wasn't bad enough, he's come to deliver the most unfortunate news.

Thalia is dead.

But not all hope is lost. Alistair reveals there's something from centuries past that might have the power to bring her back from the dead. But there are rules she must obey. Reluctantly, Thalia agrees. If she must play the part of a good little mortal, then that is what she will do. She knows it's the only way she can reclaim her life and, more importantly, put an end to the one who ruined it in the first place.

Thalia was no murderer in her past life, but she's certainly not afraid to be one in the next.

Meanwhile, Thalia's best friend, Torin Lehr, finds himself in dangerous situations as he works to uncover the truth of her mysterious disappearance. His choices and rebellious allegiances lead him down a relentless path from which there is no turning back. Corruption oozes from the hearts of the black cloaks, and he manages to get wedged in the thick of it.

All roads point back to King Vitalis, but why? What would the royals want with a family of farmers who, in their eyes, are a bunch of nobodies anyway?