The boy turned to face him. He lifted one hand and let the light play on his fingers. Not light, a thread.

A single golden thread, drifting like a cobweb, strong as steel. It blossomed from his chest, right above his heart. Hanan realised with a start that the thread ended in his own chest.

Hanan is supposed to be dead.

The forest outside Skenashogue sent him home alive - but changed. A strange new magic makes every emotion a physical force he can't control.

Bright and gentle, fox-like Pax is everything Hanan is not. And when he touches Hanan he mutes his secret power, quiets the curse.

To survive their own darknesses they'll need to open up to each other. But Hanan isn't sure Pax will like what he finds out...

Can their love help them find their way back to the light?