I was drunk on Atlantean rocket fuel and singing a pauper’s rendition of Billy Joel’s Piano Man, a song that wouldn’t exist for about another ten thousand years, when Tal Levy found me holding up the universe in the marble bar just a few streets over from the towering Vale Atlantia—the obsidian spire in the heart of Atlantis
— Declan Hale, Lost Grace

Declan Hale, the Shadowless Arbiter, has spent the last year in Atlantis — and ten thousand years in the past — trying his best not to drink the Lost City dry.

But his ancient enemies, the Everlasting, have seized control of a magical city on True Earth, and will use their awful power to launch an assault on the rest of the Story Thread. With enemies on all sides, Declan’s only hope rests in his immortal heart and a desperate plan cast across oceans of time.

Whether he falls or whether he stands, the stakes have never been higher. 

Worst of all...

He’s got to save the world sober.