“Each of our lives is a story, and we must preserve each one.”
“I warned you, taking my seal would mark your grave,” said Mistra. “But why believe the surviving Protector over a bunch of Nohos, Fisher.”
“You compare us to Sand People?” asked Fisher.
“Do you fail to see the similarities? Nohos believe to enter a stone dwelling is death. Once inside, they feel their souls are trapped—but do they counsel with those who go in and out of the stone dwelling? No. They counsel with those who have never entered.”
“You saying we don’t take your counsel?”
“Yes!”
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.
