Charles wasn't ready for this.
He knew working at a group home for mentally handicapped residents—many of whom have additional diagnoses like Down syndrome, Tourette’s, and paranoid schizophrenia—would be hard. The hours would be long, the pay would be low, the food would suck.
But he had no idea how much he'd like it. Or how much he'd grow up while he worked there.
As magic awakens in Early America, Naysin, a child of the Lepane nation, manifests talents that defile his tribe’s harvest ceremony. His punishment is exile. In the years that follow, Naysin’s spirit fathers keep goading him into misusing his abilities. On the island of Bimshire, he inspires a slave rebellion before abandoning it; near his former home, he marches European settlers to their deaths; and in the forests of Edgeland, he ends a battle by massacring both sides. Such acts cause much of the New World to see him as the Red Wraith, an indigenous monster who delights in butchering white innocents. The infamy is well-earned, but that’s not who he wants to be. And when he encounters a group of fellow magic-users, Naysin realizes how he can set everything right.
Isaura’s son has been kidnapped.
Worse, his kidnappers are taking him to Huancavelica, a Peruvian mercury mine so dangerous it’s known as the “Mine of Death.”
Her only ally is Amadi, a runaway slave haunted by guilt he refuses to explain.
Her only choice is to beat the kidnappers to Huancavelica and lay a trap … assuming she can survive the mine herself.
Naysin’s power is waning.
The world knows him as the Red Wraith, an infamous shaman capable of eradicating plagues and ruining armies. But he spent the bulk of his magic atop the earthen pyramid of Saint’s Summit. Now his mother is missing, and the Amber Revenant—another sorcerer with outsized potency—has hijacked the weather and delayed the spring. If Naysin doesn't act quickly enough ...
Then the Revenant will supplant the Wraith. And his mother will never escape her fate.
Hundreds of exhibits. Millions of visitors. One fiendish killer.
Neva’s goals at the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago are simple. Enjoy the spectacle—perhaps the greatest the United States has ever put on (the world’s fair to end all world’s fairs!). Perform in the exposition’s Algerian Theatre to the best of her abilities. And don’t be found out as a witch.
Easy enough … until the morning she looks up in the Theatre and sees strangely marked insects swarming a severed hand in the rafters.