From publisher blurb: Three years ago, on the edges of a ragged Wyld patch, a gluttonous raksha feasted upon the dreams of an entire village. By the time a band of Exalts arrived to put a stop to it, the people were already empty husks. To their deep sorrow, the champions put the villagers out of their misery. The Exalts turned their grief and rage on the Fair One and killed it, with its belly still full of its victims’ dreams. Those dreams’ remnants leaked out along with the raksha’s blood, seeping into the soil of the village square. The heroes burned the creature’s body, buried the villagers, and departed for other adventures. Left alone at the center of the shadowland born from the villagers’ deaths, with the Wyld’s fingers creeping in like an infection, the alien blood and stolen dreams coalesced into something new. The entity that rose from the shadowland named itself Ixier, and declared its domain the dreams of the dying. It wanders the bordermarches, driven and haunted by the lost hopes of its victims and seeking to fulfill the wishes of those whose dead dreams gave it life.