Publisher's Synopsis
Auralia was gone without a trace. Only the memory of her lingered. Like her magic, invisible yet tangible. Before she had disappeared, she had written a note. It was addressed to no one. And yet, it was clearly directed at everyone. Her fans, the hordes of devoted followers left longing for her beauty: "I have surprised the world with my magic, but my magic has been my only company...Every man who has said they loved me, loved me only for my secrets, my powers, but most of all for my beauty. No one sees the real me. They do not see my soul. None have seen me. None, and so I must disappear..." Auralia vanished like clouds over the moon, like mist across a river, like daylight when night appears... She was gone; no one had seen her since her last performance.
