“Old wine, old women, old me,” laughed Fisher.
“You find that humorous?”
“Not a chance, old friend.”
Vica grinned, leaning back, feeling the small of her back ache. “Indeed.”
“I am giving you a seat at my privy council, Fisher.” “Gods bones, I am a butcher, sire.” “I need men I can trust, Fisher.” Ah, sire, I… I—” He saw Odo’s stare and nodded. “I could sit in.” Fisher exhaled as the king walked on, and he shook his head. “Meat doesn’t talk back.” […]
Dangerous secrets began to surface when a tower was resurrected in the overgrown ruins of Castle Brun. The first megalithic stone thudded with a loud crack on top of another, summoning the Great Apothecary and her beasts. The young king, his men, and two angry Guardians were reduced to meat—a meal for their enemies at the echoing of that thud. Escaping the fire became a daily trial—but survival required strength none imagined possible.
Set in a realistic twist, brothers, friends, and enemies grow together regardless of whether some must die.
Heroes? They still do not say the word; they are outlaws who found a cause. They are rulers who must choose. They are the enemies now trapped in truths.
From the frozen peaks of the ancient Seven Snow Realms to the outstretched wonders of the Great Lands below them, divided were two worlds—the Snows and the Tribals. Snows born to the power of Nohar were enemies of the lesser Tribals. But Nohar had faded, and secrets rose. The Realms raced to unlock the knowledge of a resurgent power that had grown unstable and dangerous for both worlds.
