Death wears many faces.

And who knows this better than the Crimson Prince? He has stood before those faces countless times, in countless places.

The first was the mugger who nearly took his life in a back alley of Daltenia, but there have been plenty more since.

He has stood before the alien visages of feylings, unknown and unknowable, the snarling faces of beasts seeking to sate their hunger or men their hate.

Death wears many faces. But none so forbidding, so inevitable as that of the Barrier Mountains.

Great jagged peaks of ice and stone stab into the clouds, monoliths that promise death to any who dares trespass along their paths. It is a promise they have kept time and time again.

Dozens of expeditions have been launched into the mountains over the years, well-supplied and well-supported, in search of what they might find there. But the only thing they'd found was death.

Now, Cutter and his brother, his son, unsupplied and unsupported, are forced to follow the paths of those doomed caravans in hopes of finding a chance to destroy Shadelaresh, the Green Man, and end the war with the Fey.

Cutter has faced danger before, and always, it has been his legendary strength or famous will that has seen him clear of it. But this time, if he is to save his brother and son, if he is to save his people, it will not be because of a warrior's strength or a warrior's will. It will, instead, be because of a warrior's promise to his people, his son.

It will be because of A Warrior's Devotion.