Isavel Valdéz was a gods-forged weapon. That felt painfully obvious. So with her second life falling to pieces around her, she faces them - hoping, for once, to be a double-edged sword. But arguments with gods rarely end well. Lost to the world she had known, she finds her ancestors rose to higher heights, and lost even more of their past, than she had ever known. Somehow she must find a path to her home, or a home for her heart. But in these ruins of ancient loss, she feels she, too, is at an end. The same bones lie under alien soils, the same wars echo in different blood, the same sun burns above barren skies. But there are no inscrutable, distant gods here. No - here the gods lie in the red dust, mortals alongside them. And with every bond to her past cut and severed, Isavel finds her chains are lightening. Old gods may stand in her way, wastelands may sap her strength. But she is a weapon, of a kind no god has ever known. And arguments with gods rarely end well.