Hieronymus Jones will die in forty-nine days. The Ori Ki'al's seed uttered that massively disturbing sentence, thirty-one days ago. So Hieronymus Jones will die in eighteen days… Hooray.
The Fae on the island are having their ability to hide beneath human masks, torn away from them. What does this mean? Hiero and Gerty have their snuggle time seriously curtailed when a group of non-human high-schoolers invade the library. Which frankly is unacceptable.
There is more going on than is immediately apparent and Hiero and Gerty have a fairly shrewd idea that it has something to do with the vast, cannibalistic, half-insane, cephalopod nightmare that is coming to kill and consume the world... like a jerk.
The Emperor has allies in his quest for the pendant, foul tentacle waggling abominations, not to mention a certain young woman named Lillith, who is rapidly working her way up Hiero's list of things that will probably kill him.
Join Hiero and Gerty for the devastating final confrontation with the Emperor of the drowned, where they will lose more than they ever thought possible. They will lose... everything. The countdown has started, brace yourself.
