Here’s the revised version:
Night of Starless Skies opens at the edge of an erasure.
The paladins have been thorough. Only a few witches remain, scattered and marked for ending. Their names have been stripped from memory, their bodies left behind as lessons.
Lydia is one of the last.
The world that knew what she was is gone. Only Mara remains: her lover, cast into a Glitter Dream by the Jovial Elves’ tocsin, trapped in a sleep too deep for any voice to reach.
To wake her, Lydia must find three fairies, each unlike the others, and draw blood from the veins of their wings. Crafted into an elixir, their blood is the only thing that can bring Mara back.
Nothing beyond that matters to Lydia. Not what the journey will demand of her, nor what will remain of her when it is over.
Grief has hollowed Lydia out and filled the space with something else. She has been in the cold too long to become anything gentle now.
What is someone willing to become when love is the only thing they have left?