What if our justice system had a man appointed by a god to see your memories and know what you’ve done?

What if you could mold flesh at your touch?

What if you could feel the power of life itself in your hands?

What if it was all a lie?

All the cast aside, royal bastard Aloisia craves is acceptance, yet the cursed gift to sculpt living flesh at her grasp scars her life, and others.
When her uncle drops dead just ahead of her, Princess Aloisia faces a harrowing guilty verdict of murder, finding execution at the hands of The Fatebringer, and against what heretics have shouted, he insists he can read his defendant’s memories. She flees death, sailing away with her loyal and hubristic knight: Caspian. 
Their journey turns perilous when they’re thrown from one tempest to another; captured by a malevolent pirate captain. Aloisia uses her satirical ‘charm’ to bargain with the equally charming Second Captain Ronan. She’s made him piqued, and so is his curiosity, as she secretly uses her powers to aid his crew.
What started as surviving just long enough to escape halts when Caspian is stolen from Aloisia’s side, now she has a choice: become a naval power and sail with the authority she’s never had, or form an unlikely alliance with sardonic pirates and a few regicidal rebels to free Caspian from lifelong suffering in her country’s rival kingdom. Even if it’s not her country anymore, rivals are rivals, and friends are to die for.

In my debut novel Sculptor of Flesh.