Imagine you’ve been torn from your world to save a people you did not even know existed. Your very identity and appearance stolen and altered to fit the schemes of a desperate people looking for salvation at any cost.
Empty of heart, Kridina is consumed not only by her own rage, but by the SunFire that chose her as it’s host. She must learn to control both if she is to not only survive her destiny, but prevent becoming the herald of destruction prophesied about.
Only one thing can temper the SunFire and rage that Kridina carries. An enigma to the ones that arrogantly thought only they knew what was needed. ColdFire. Wielded by no man. Or so they thought..