Deirdre O’Malley, a seasoned sea wolf aboard The Wayward, is being hunted by a ship twice its size and firepower: The Inquisitor. Her father, Peter O’Malley, bets everything on audacity to keep them from being blown out of the water.

In the aftermath of the Salem witch trials, a group of accused witches, fearing for their lives, managed to escape the clutches of the witch hunters.

They’d last seen the larger universe five hours ago, right before the ship entered the magnetic fold of the Eye and they began the arduous procedure of checking in at the dozen or so checkpoint that lay between them and the star colony. Thousands of glowing pinpricks – pupils without irises or whites or eyelids or lashes – blinked out and replaced by grey walls, dark corridors. Huge and endless and claustrophobic.

A grieving mother, Sarah, receives a mysterious package on the anniversary of her daughter's disappearance. The package contains a chilling reminder of her daughter, sending her on a desperate quest for answers. As she confronts those she once trusted, she uncovers a dark secret that rocks her small town and forces her to take justice into her own hands.  

Dead and projected to remain so, Sam really wants to move on. Unfortunately, his arch nemesis (read: a clock) is making that impossible.

Izan needs to remind himself over and over again what he is not and what he might be. Or also: