When the ark began emergency jettisoning the colonists, I got unlucky three times.



The first occurred when the runic defenses of the Kel shot down my capsule above a forbidden Circle.



The second was when it crashed next to the White Devil's tomb.



And the third time, when I climbed into a wounded noxwolf's lair and discovered Starblood. Other Ascendants would call it good fortune, but I'll put it this way: had I left it alone, I might have remained a normal person.



And now, I'm forced to sort things out: after all, someone with a Slate, Attributes, and Runes isn't a typical colonist from Earth in a world that's far from ordinary. Especially when he has a voice in his head . . .