Returning home isn’t always joyful. Home isn’t always warm and cozy. Just eight months ago, I flew out of a cozy little world where everyone helped everyone. But I returned to a wasp nest—where, from the threshold, they were already trying to kill me. During my absence, my relatives did enough work to make the people hate me…
And I have only one month to rebuild the trust of the people of my home world—and punish those who stirred all this up…