You have been chosen by the Hawkspar Eyes of War to become the new avatar, the new Goddess of War made flesh.  From this day forward, you sacrifice all that you are to Vran Vrota and the good of the Order.  Vran Vrota has chosen you; and we, vessels of the other aspects of the Sacred We, welcome you into our midst.

Stolen away from their families, they are slaves; women with no names and no futures.  Every moment of their day is controlled by the avatars of the stone Eyes: Obsidian, Emerald, Raxinan, Ruby, Windcrystal, Sapphire, Sunspar, Tigereye…

Plucked from the ranks of slavery, protected by forces unseen, she is put to trial and found worthy.  With her eyes replaced by eyes of Hawkspar stone, she can slip into the streams of time.  Her vision—of the past, the present, and the future—lets her see the secret of the Eyes—and their evil.

Kings and despots come to her to know their futures.  As she pulls apart the sticky threads of time to arrange the world to her satisfaction, the new avatar knows that she must find a way to use time to her own ends—to free the slaves once and for all, and to destroy the Eyes, even if it means destroying herself in the process.