“It’s one of those paranormal fantasy books that pulls the reader in from the beginning.” — Amy’s Bookshelf Reviews
It’s hard to explain, but my name is Chrystal and I’m a diviner. Well, part diviner. In normal speak, some would call me a witch, and I’ve been bit by the venom of a serpent. According to everyone non-homin, or human, no one has survived the change before, but none of those losers were me.
I’m having trouble navigating this new supernatural world I’ve found myself in, but something isn’t quite right here, and I’m getting this eerie feeling that if the Divine Council knew who I was, or who my mother was to be specific, then I’d be in even bigger shit than I was in now. A prophesy has me destined to be a sacrifice, and my only hope is to find the trial grounds and summon a talisman to save myself, or the whole damned magic universe. No pressure or anything, and there’s also a few people I can’t seem to shake from my head, or my heart. There always is, isn’t there? Wish me luck.