She is the daughter of a murdered general, forced to hide from enemies. They are the sons of the lord of the Steppe, the heirs—the future lords, the rulers. Between them lies a gulf. Different gods, different worlds, different futures. But all that is beyond the beyond, beyond the present. And in the present there are only three: a frightened girl who needs protection. And they are her protectors—Rast and the Young Whiteheads and their Steppe Moon.