I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE; I KNOW IT IN MY BONES. They say I'm Poseidon's daughter, but I can't hold a candle to the other Icons. I'm not beautiful or talented...I fail at everything I try. I thought my appointment was some kind of twisted mistake...until I discover a horrid truth. I've been chosen by the gods, but not the ones upheld by everyone in Atherall. My world flips on its head. The temples are a gilded prison. What's real? What's a lie? ...And the man at the center of it all—can he be trusted? Or is he just as fake and treacherous as everything else?