When seasons turn, so too do the fates of men. Saints burn upon their altars. The drowned rise by the command of baleful curses. And magi, in their arrogance, seek to enslave gods. In a world broken by war and fouled by the gluttony of kings, hope flickers like a dying ember, trembling in the wind. Still walks Anya Petrova, the Veiled Rose, her armor burnished with suffering and her mace a bouquet of sharpened roses. Through catacombs bleeding unholy aura, through hidden shoals and halls of decadence and deceit, by her holy vows, she hunts those fiends crawling from forgotten graves, breakers of oaths, and those that howl in the void. At her side drifts Seraphine Duskwhisper, a void-touched sorceress whose power can mend the fragile tatters of reality... or tear it asunder. From courts where lords barter lives for coin, to ships of bone and flesh adrift on seas of lament, all tales converge in shadow and sorrow. Here, love is a weapon, miracles fester into monsters, and every prayer bleeds a price. And when the veils sunder and the heavens lay undone... to whom shall the desperate pray?