The Mother lied.
The Mists that writhe and swirl beyond the walls of Keselgraad are not her enemy; they are her creation, a way to eradicate the city's inhabitants before they can grow strong enough to pose a threat to her paramountcy.
Precious few are aware of the goddess's duplicity. Lord Matellas Thane was among the first to learn the truth, but it only led to his downfall. He now lies imprisoned deep below the Church of the Mother under the watchful eye of the tainted warden, Devrard.
Yet, there is still hope. The disgraced captain, Aldin Pine, has managed to escape the goddess's tentacular grasp, the flecks of crystal embedded in his skin allowing him to pass through the Mists unscathed. He is following his partner, Selene, to another city, one that may hold the key to the Mother's destruction.
And behind him, eleven orphans with eyes the colour of amethyst. Once abandoned and forgotten, they have been given a new purpose. New identities. A new beginning.
There is power in a name. Sometimes, a legend can be forged from a single word.
Brachyura.