The Hytharo Redux

<p class=ql-align-center>A THOUSAND YEARS AGO THE HYTHARO WERE WIPED OUT.</p><p class=ql-align-center>A THOUSAND YEARS LATER SPIRIC WAS SPARED.</p><p class=ql-align-center></p><p>Lost among the dune-swept ruins of ancient glass towers 14-year-old Spiric hunts for his stolen memories. Guided by the exiled scholar that found him he embarks on a perilous journey across the Droughtlands to uncover his origins.</p><p>He's told his red eyes mark him as a Hytharo one of the long-extinct storm callers that sealed all water into the air itself before they were erased from history. In the thousand years since thirst has been quenched simply by breathing but that hasn't stopped the surviving runic peoples from wanting water any less.</p><p>For without it there's no ink no runes no magic and in the vast desert wastes of the Droughtlands magic means power.</p><p>To Spiric the mantra is eerily familiar.</p><p>Word of his presence ripples across the Droughtlands and pressure mounts on him to reverse the Hytharo's final sacrificial act. It's only as his memories begin to return that he realises the true reason his people were wiped out.</p><p>With the fragments of Spiric's memories growing bloodier and more desperate he must determine whether carrying out his supposed fate will cause history to repeat or if he can forge a new destiny both for himself and the Droughtlands.</p>