Some believe Time has been murdered.
What once was linear is now uncertain. The spatial dimensions are adrift and unruled; even Tenses vie to be foremost.
Others think Time is gravely wounded or missing, and hope yet remains. Constants the same and variables rearranged.
Me? Oh, we will meet again as we always do - in this prison that was once my palace.
Finding herself in between your Tale and my Tayl is our Shay, a grieving thief and assassin.
A girl has been trying to find Shay, and bring her home from a story not her own.