Two decades ago a great deafening silence entered the world. Since then, the winds mysteriously have stayed away. And with the disappearing of the wind, the magic held by the once mighty immortal Sky Whisperers was shattered. Their power over the natural world lost, the gift of aiding life, now only the small magics are left to Xenthia and her people: to help sustain life, what little there is. For the world of Lorian is dying and thus sadly its creatures, great and small. Only those that can withstand the heat and dust thrive.
All Nemsa has ever known is a world without wind, ever since the days of her birth. And for that she is both tormented and shunned by the people of her village. They call her “WindTaker” and suspect that somehow she is responsible.
But Nemsa just wants to find out why the wind is gone and why the Gods have forgotten about them. When one day she meets enchanting Xenthia, a Sky Whisperer, the choice is easily made. But Nemsa’s path lies far above all she has ever known, beyond her own village and the Lower Sky, past the red dusty mountains even, and up to the unknown lands of the Upper Sky Dome, the realm of the Sky Whisperers.
But, even with her heritage, how can crippled and one-eyed Nemsa’s destiny be linked with that of the powerful Xenthia, and how can frail Nemsa ever hope to stand against the power of a vengeful, ambitious Sun Whisperer? For she is their last hope. Is the courage in her heart enough?
Magic is at work, a fatal sickness is spreading among mortals and immortals alike, the sun is brutally burning, and the fates of all hang in the balance … and if she is to fulfil her destiny, Nemsa must find her way through it all …