“Rise!” The voice thundered through the night, shaking Rosalinda from her slumber.

A deafening crash followed—glass shattered, spraying shards across the floor. She turned her head, dazed, to see the palace window lying in jagged pieces.

“Come, Harbinger…” the voice slurred, heavy with power.

Drawn as if by invisible strings, Rosalinda rose. Her bare feet pressed into the broken glass, blood trailing behind her, yet she felt nothing. Her eyes glowed faintly, a light not ...