Shance and Nadeena find their new world to be beautiful and promising, but its promise is an evil one. The warship that disabled Shance's vessel over Grahba has returned and the commander knows that this time it's come to stay. As he prepares for the battle of his life--a war that will determine if his people live or die--Nadeena is embroiled in her own struggle. Shance doesn't know, but she is expecting their first child. A long, hard winter is coming and an attack is pending. Should she terminate the pregnancy or create a new life simply to watch it die?
. . . A prophecy is a lot like faith, drawing its strength from whether or not there is enough belief to sustain it. Without belief, it fades like breath on a cold winter’s night. Some prophecies are delicate and easily shattered. They are disputed and forgotten, never to return. Sometimes they are shadows—rumors of what might come to pass. Sometimes.
What was about to unfold on Haleen was a prophecy. Like all prophecies, it was based on rumors and speculation. Of all the people who called Haleen home—and whose ancestors had done so for centuries—only a handful even knew of the prophecy, and they chose not to think about it. It was easier that way. They held that its powers were purely psychological—that the prophecy could only shape the future of those foolish enough to believe. But they were wrong . . . and what they chose to ignore was about to reshape their entire world, whether or not they believed.
