Tamara stands one step past the pinnacle of her life. Her sworn enemies lie annihilated beneath her feet. But even on the threshold of victory and vindication, the destroyers of her past reach out and unleash an unspeakable horror to even the score and nullify not only her life's work, but her very existence. Her future, a gaping blackness for which she never provided a plan. Was she pessimistic about her possibilities for success, or simply spellbound? Either way, her future may well disappear as thoroughly as her past into the jaws of an unquenchable hunger. Now, as she flees the deliberately smoldering ruins of her entire adult life, can she rise like the Phoenix or, enchanted wolves aside, will she lie unmourned and anonymous under a mountainous grave of stone?
