Calliope’s dreams are… strange. As if she could decide what she was doing, except she does not control the strange forest surrounding her. She could feel her heart racing, her pulse rising, the ground under her feet, these amber eyes burning her skin… In all the strangeness of her dreams, Calliope finds August to be her favorite of them all. In a tale full of forests, enchanted nature, danger, the young adult finds herself torn between the inexplicable lust of stay, and the one to run away.