The youngest in a long line of witchesm Ari senses that things are changing-changing for the worse. For generations, her kin have tended the Old Places, keeping the land safe an fertile. But with the Summer Moon, the mood of her neighbors has soured. And Ari is not longer safe. The Fae have long ignored what occurs in the mortal world, passing through on their shadowy roads only long enough to amuse themselves. But the roads are slowly disappearing, leaving the Fae Clans isolated and alone. Where harmony between the spiritual and the natural has always reigned, a dissonant chord now rings in the ears of both Fae and mortal. And when murmurs of a witch-hunt hum through the town, some begin to wonder if the different omens are notes in the same tune.