Welcome to King’s Barrow, where the gifts have lived side by side for hundreds of years: flamemakers, jewelers, weathermakers, growers, artists, seers, alchemists—and healers, like seventeen-year-old Hamal. He knows he isn’t the best, or even the smartest, healer in the city. He isn’t good with numbers, and he always leaves scars. The other night when he saved the dead man—well, he just did the best he could. He doesn’t mean to get a job working for the king. And he doesn’t mean to save the kingdom from a dangerous foe who’s killing the king’s healers. All he means to do is save his new friend. Funny how life works out sometimes.