Taymar jolted upright at the sound of the door sliding open, cracking her head against the ceiling. As if her headache wasn’t already bad enough. And how had she managed …
One planet rich in fuel
Two psychic talents are required to mine it
Three species seeking control
Tamar can save herself or she can save her planet,
but she can’t do both
Sorin has turned his back on his magic.
Krea didn’t know she had any.
Now, they both must embrace their heritage
or watch their world perish.