Nobody knows much about Alyssa Morgan. People steer clear of her. Because she’s crazy. Because she doesn’t speak. Because she’s a constant reminder of the pain they all faced.
It's been six months since Alyssa arrived at the Colony, not that it made much difference to her. The Union’s Warriors may have saved her, but the sense of true freedom continues to elude her. Surrounded by her people, she feels utterly alone. Isolated. Disconnected.
So, she gets drunk and sneaks into Avery's new shuttle. Only the shuttle turns out to be a Tul-Khamin royal starliner. And she wakes up too late, halfway to Prince Arad's homeplanet.
Once again, events are out of her control. But this time, the outcome seems more favorable. For all transports are banned during the Sun Festival and she gets to spend some time with Arad and his advisor, Mactrosti. Then, she meets Sellion Gardur, the Prime Dagger.
Sure, danger lurks at court, and not everyone is welcoming. In fact, some try to kill her outright.
But Alyssa thinks it’s worth it. For even if she loses her life, she made friends here. And she feels… she feels like she belongs.
Rhea has once swooped down on a winged sea serpent and defeated a giant with one clean stroke of her mighty sword. She has scaled spires as tall as mountains and skipped across roofs at breakneck speeds. She has traveled to another galaxy inside a soap bubble and ate fluffy marshmallows with a bunch of aliens.
She has...
No, not really.
But she is (and always be) a storyteller. Because whenever she feels lost, stories are what she needs to bounce back. To that end, she finally committed to putting her mind’s designs to paper. And with each story, she reclaims a little more of her real self.
Rhea also likes lists, cats, and coffee. She abhors lies, tardiness, and steadfast seriousness.