Weapons are not born, they're made. And a weapon, I have become.



I am the scythe that will cleave the Gods' traitorous heads from their not-so-Divine bodies.



Forced to the dangerous Ortus Island and the very first Mortal Gods Academy, I know that time is running out for both me and the Darkhavens.



If we can't figure out what the Gods are planning and how to stop them, it's no longer just our lives on the line. It's the lives of every Mortal God in existence.



In the world of the Gods, there is only one truth.



Trust no one. Not even your blood.



Contains mature themes.