An Unclean Strength — Michael McClung

Swords do not pain dead flesh.They call her the Queen of Mists, now. Lady Anya has unleashed red-fanged war across the land. The dead march beneath her banner, and her sorcery breaks all who stand in her way. Kingdoms crumble, and an empire slides towards ruin. The man who made it possible, the once-sword monk Caida, has been excommunicated and found guilty of treason. He toils in chains, under watchful eyes and blood-stained whips.And the skin walkers begin to set in motion the next steps in their dark design...