Honara’s black wings and black armor mirrored her heart. She watched the Shadow approach and pulled a horn from her belt, blowing it. Warriors emerged from the forest, and the thought of blood excited her, until…
Honara’s rage shifted when the Shadow showed no fear, and she took a step backward. “I see you are—” “Thou sees amiss, Honara. Each realm to his design shall attempt to take Castle Brun when those Chambers open. Make no mistakes. Siberal’s banners will remain. Forsake this treaty and know within thy bowls, I shall […]
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.
