Seterra’s world is merciful. After all, children born during an eclipse under a black sun are a living gift to all people—kind, strong, fair children-feelings. Without these children with their different virtues and one common Purpose, Seterra would drown in blood. But people have not accepted this great gift and continue to hate, betray, and invent new ways to kill each other. And the patience of the black sun is running out.
What should a one-legged cripple, a wandering performer, a lonely savage, and a hereditary prince do when Seterra’s world slowly but surely turns toward sunset? Maybe listen to the one who watches them in his dreams?