Everyone who catches the Withering bears the mark. Everyone who bears the mark dies. Everyone except Alice. And now the Clan is coming for her.
The world balances on the brink of destruction. A plague threatens to destroy life on earth. What the Withering doesn't destroy, the remaining sects of men kill, cleansing the countryside of those they hold responsible: Witches.
Alice Issacs bears the mark of the afflicted. Unlike those before her, she survives. When word of an approaching clan reaches her, she ventures into what remains of the world she once knew. Bodies litter the streets. Cities lie in waste. The government ceases to exist.
She finds a glimmer of hope in a rural town untouched by the sickness. Despite their welcome, she can't ignore the softly spoken secrets, the vengeful stares from the town's elite, the candlelight coming from the woods as the clock strikes the witching hour.
With the imminent arrival of the Clan and the town's sinister past set to reveal itself, Alice must prove her innocence or make her last stand. But the more she learns about the Clan, the town, herself, the harder it all seems. Because maybe they're right. Maybe the mark does mean something. Maybe she is more than just a girl on the run. Maybe she did cause the Withering.