Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman return to the unforgettable world of the New York Times bestselling Dragonlance series as a new heroine—desperate to restore her beloved father to life—sets off on a quest to change time. “I love Dragonlance and I love Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. Plain and simple. Their books are my favorite fantasy series of all time.”—Joe Manganiello Destina Rosethorn—as her name implies—believes herself to be a favored child of destiny. But when her father dies in the War of the Lance, she watches her carefully constructed world come crashing down. She loses not only her beloved father but also the legacy he has left her: the family lands and castle. To save her father, she hatches a bold plan—to go back in time and prevent his death. First, she has to secure the Device of Time Journeying, last known to be in the possession of the spirited kender Tasslehoff Burrfoot. But to change time, she’ll need another magical artifact—the most powerful and dangerous artifact ever created. Destina’s quest takes her from the dwarven kingdom of Thorbardin to the town of Solace and beyond, setting in motion a chain of disastrous events that threaten to divert the course of the River of Time, alter the past, and forever change the future. “I love Dragonlance and I love Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. Plain and simple. Their books are my favorite fantasy series of all time. I love the stories and ideas, but most of all, I love the characters. Why do we all feel like we know them? They are what spurred me to start working for D&D and what inevitably inspired me to pursue a career in showrunning.” —Joe Manganiello  Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman published their first novel in the Dragonlance Chronicles series, Dragons of Autumn Twilight, in 1984. More than thirty-five years later, they have collaborated on more than thirty novels in many different fantasy worlds. Hickman is currently working with his son, Curtis Hickman, for Hyper Reality Partners, creating stories and designs for whole-body, fully immersive VR experiences. Weis teaches the competitive dog-racing sport flyball. She and Hickman are working on future novels in this series. Destina joined her father and mother in the solar after the midday meal. The solar was the most pleasant room in the castle, for the afternoon sun shone through the numerous windows, lighting it and filling it with warmth. Atieno was in particularly good spirits. Among her people, a girl attained womanhood at the age of fifteen. Gregory joined them, bearing a wooden box containing his gift. He grew more cheerful, as he always did when he was in his wife’s presence. He kissed her and wished her joy of the day she had given him his daughter, his happiness. “What is my gift, Mama?” Destina asked. Atieno presented Destina with a golden chain. “Gold for the sun, for the sheaf of wheat, for the leaves in autumn,” said Atieno. “Gold for the goddess of the yellow star.” Destina was not to be lured into more discussion of gods that did not exist. She hung the chain around her neck and thanked her mother. Gregory presented his daughter with his gift: a silver chalice decorated with a kingfisher motif. The kingfisher bird, with its bright blue-sky and orange-fire plumage, had been chosen as the mascot for the knights by Vinus Solamnus, their founder. The kingfisher symbolized courage and hope, for it was said that on the day of the creation of the world, the bold kingfisher was the first bird who dared to take flight. “For your hope chest, Daughter,” said Gregory. “Papa, thank you! This is beautiful.” Destina flung her arms around her father’s neck and kissed him. Gregory embraced her and then poured wine for himself and his wife to celebrate. “Please, Papa, just a little for me in my new chalice?” Destina begged. “After all, Mama says that I am a woman today.” She held out the chalice, and Gregory poured several swallows of red wine from the pitcher into the cup. Gregory and Atieno drank a toast to their daughter. Destina replied with thanks to her parents for giving her life and sipped the wine, admiring the chalice as she did so, turning it around and around in her hand. When she had finished, she handed the cup to her mother. “You must tell my future in the dregs, Mama,” Destina said. Atieno gazed into the chalice where the lees had sunk to the bottom. “What do you see, Mama?” Destina asked. To her astonishment, Atieno gave a cry of horror and flung the chalice away from her. The silver cup hit the stone floor with a resounding clang and rolled beneath a chest. Atieno made a warding gesture with her hand and muttered a few words that Destina did not understand and presumed were what her mother termed “magic.” Atieno then jumped from her chair and ran from the room. Gregory stared after her in concern. “What is wrong with your mother? What did she say?” “It seems Mama saw a bad omen in the dregs, and I believe she spoke a magic charm to ward of