From publisher blurb:
In the dread-weeping valleys of Bewdlath, where fortress-keeps rise like black fangs from the sun-wracked soil and every whisper carries the weight of history's blood, a long-dead noble line stirs in secret. Their name, once buried beneath the treachery of four dynasties, is spoken again — not in the courts of men, but in the hex-shadowed caverns of the House of Forgotten Oaths. The land is poised on the cusp of civil war. Spies flit like ravens between palaces and keeps. Assassins move unseen, commissioned by gold and bound by blood-ink. The people hunger for a rightful king, but every would-be heir bleeds from the throat before the sun can rise. But now, a new force gathers in the dust. Swords are sharpened. Armies stirred. And a shadow, bearing the name Shazrithal, stirs from its ancestral tomb to claim a crown — or see the land burn with its refusal.