Oz is dead.

But something inside it has learned to breathe again.

When Gale is swallowed by a violent storm and hurled into a world she hoped never to see twice, she finds Oz nothing like the stories and nothing like the nightmare she remembers. The skies bleed red. The roads whisper her name. And the Wicked are no longer waiting in shadows. They are walking. What remains of the realm is ruled 
by a name spoken in fear and awe.

Ozmora.

A witch born from forbidden magic who reigns over the ruins with beauty carved from cruelty. Gale never wanted to be a hero. She wanted her life, her memories, her freedom. But Oz remembers her. The girl who once tore its destiny apart. And it will not let her go. Every creature seems drawn to her. Every witch wants her dead or captured. Every path leads her deeper into a truth she was never meant to uncover. To survive this corrupted kingdom, Gale must confront the legacy she left behind, the magic that clings to her blood, and the terrifying possibility that she was never meant to leave Oz in the first place.
Because in this land, the Wicked do not fall.
They rise.

And Ozmora is waiting.