Imagine a world where resources are scarce. Where most of the land on the Earth has morphed to desert, with towering sand dunes and few workable lands. This is what we've been told is true. We hide within our towns' crumbling city walls, accepting whatever treatment our officials give us.
I've known nothing else. Since before my memories began, I've lived with the Chieftain. I was orphaned at his doorstep as a child. I've cooked and cleaned and tended to whatever needed to be tended. I've been corrected, punished, and disciplined in whatever manner he chose was appropriate.
I should have broken already. My willful spirit should have fallen in line, accepting the fact that this is my life. But no amount of lashings, sore muscles, or mistreatment has caused me to lose myself.
But one look into this stranger's eyes, and I begin to crumble, just like the walls surrounding my city.
Travel can be dangerous. Traveling alone, as a woman, is even more dangerous. Skylar knows this, so she's prepared to keep focused on her safety. She's desperate to keep her wits about her. Her goal is to arrive at her destination unscathed.
Too bad several others are actively planning for her to fail.