In a world where dead dragons rise instead of fall — curling into the sky as pale moons that mark the passing of an age — Raeve kills for a cause. As an assassin for the rebel network Fíur du Ath, she is precise, unsentimental, and very good at not being caught. Then a job goes wrong, a rival bounty hunter gets under her skin, and she is delivered into the hands of the ruling Guild of Nobles, who would rather make an example of her than let her disappear.
Elsewhere, a king built out of grief keeps moving because stopping means feeling. Kaan Vaegor took a crown by force and has been chasing something ever since — a clue, an ache, a memory he cannot name — and it leads him to the same high-security prison where Raeve now waits. What passes between them feels less like a meeting than a remembering, as if their story began long before either of them drew breath.
Sarah A. Parker opens the Moonfall series with a lushly written, high-heat romantic fantasy of dragons, falling moons, and a love shadowed by things neither lover can yet say aloud. Fierce and lyrical, it pairs a hardened heroine with a haunted king and a mystery that reaches back through lifetimes.