When Andra went into a cryonic sleep for a trip across the galaxy, she expected to wake up in a hundred years, not a thousand. Now it's the year 3102, she woke up in a hot, dirty cave, and eveyrone keeps calling her Goddess. Worst of all, the rest of the colonists are dead. They died centuries ago, and their descendants think Andra is a deity. Zhade, the exiled bastard prince of Eerensed, has devoted himself to finding the sleeping Goddess's glass...