What if your shadow was your only companion? Could you walk a thousand miles? Would you know what’s worth fighting for… worth dying for?

For Donica Linnell, she has no choice.

A young woman of half-truths and ruses from the once glorious sovereign of Arcemaecia; she’s come to terms that the time of inability has long since passed. Believing that her sovereign’s downfall began with the unearthing of a mysterious jewel; she hatches a clandestine plan to steal and destroy it in the ancient flowing lava pits in the land where the gods turned the other way… a treacherous place named Kazilboro. Trading her peaceful life for a chance at her sovereign’s redemption, she goes on the run…

Now a wanted target from forces of her own sovereign, Donica quickly learns that away from her ivory tower—the world glimmers less than she would have hoped.

It isn’t the fear, nor is it the journey that saddens her… it’s the fact that she walks alone.

Timid to the alien land outside Arcemaecia and ignorant to the dangers, she falls prey to its nature; a redheaded wildflower, in the wrong garden.

But—on an ordinary day… something extraordinary happens.

A young man with eyes like crimson and a coarse silver tongue, holding a red brass handgun—inadvertently becomes her savior; and, for the price of one Cizash, becomes the companion she never knew she wanted.

With a party of ever growing friends, Donica begins to find focus and face her fears to see a growing ray of hope… but even the brightest light, casts an equally dark shadow.

Torn between being truthful in her endeavor and keeping her plan guarded; with a lie, Donica begrudgingly sets the stage to something that not even she could have ever imagined.

It’s a difficult thing to be a hero; as it’s far easier to hide behind the falsehoods you build… and as for Donica, the truth will not set her free.

What if your shadow was your only companion? Could you walk a thousand miles? Would you know what’s worth fighting for… worth dying for?

For Donica Linnell, she has no choice... but for a gunslinger, there is only one answer.

Nothin’ ventured… Nothin’ gained.