Everyone knows how the world will end. Everyone is wrong.

"Sometimes to fight for the Light, you have to do it in the dark." (Victor Standish)

The trouble with one of the undead loving a mortal is that it always ends...with the death of the mortal. And so Alice Wentworth has lost Victor Standish.

Or has she? Is that his shade she keeps seeing at St. Marrok's?

St. Marrok's.

The most eerie high school in which you will ever die. Some call it the high school for the damned. The damned merely laugh.

Located in the lovely, Katrina-devastated French Quarter, it stands as it has always stood since the sky chariot of the Queen of the Tuatha de Danann was shot down over Roswell, New Mexico in June 1947.

St. Marrok's is a school run by the Sidhe for all the preternatural children of America. A few mortal teenagers are invited for the amusement and education in the frailties of humans for the Sidhe.

Now, the celestial configurations are almost in alignment. The Nameless Ones are nearly through the frayed barrier between their dimensions and ours. The plan set into motion in 1947 by the Tuatha de Danann is finished.

Plots and counter-plots by Sidhe, revenants, and Olympian/Asgardian factions are all coming to a head. The End of Days is at hand.

And only Alice Wentworth, a Victorian ghoul, with a rag-tag group of misfit students and human teachers stand a chance at stopping it. All it will take is their lives and all they hold dear....