Fire stretches across the horizon, and the mark burns. After everything they have survived the greatest test is still to come: the Zynaldini Desert. When a foreboding omen starts the clock on a lethal sandstorm, Arrio has to get his friends to...
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These are the lands of the Goddess. Sunne is not welcome here. Danni and Francis have made it to Almenir. Their part in this quest is over. Except Francis doesn’t want it to be over. She doesn’t want to give up, and with the resurgence of an old...
Death comes when the sun sets. With more than just his ego bruised, Taum wants nothing more than to put everything that happened in the marshes behind him. But what his friends are walking into is worse than what they just left, and he’s the only...
Darkness stalks the swamps. Benji and his friends have escaped the clutches of the Church of Sunne and fled Undernal. Now, with their original plan failed, they must brave the Mildidar Marshes to reach the safety of the marsh city of Elgárnd. Benji...
Ten years. Thousands dead. No memories. The amnesia was supposed to be a good thing. Other soldiers bask in its freedom. Except for Elvac it doesn’t feel right. When he returns from his first year at war he can’t shake the niggling sensation...
A shadow at the doorway crosses to the bed, leaving only the faint odor of ginger in its wake. Sturdy hands reach under the covers. Strong, nimble fingers open five-year-old Adele’s hand, while pressing a finger-length crystal amulet into her...
Widowed by the infamous, unnatural massacre at Darez Fort, Arwa was saved only by the strangeness of her blood - a strangeness she had been taught all her life to suppress. She offers up her blood and service to the imperial family and makes common...
All is chaos. All is confusion. The Jure'lia are weak, but the war is far from over.
Ebora was once a glorious city, defended by legendary warriors and celebrated in song. Now refugees from every corner of Sarn seek shelter within its crumbling...
The Ninth Rain has fallen. The Jure'lia are awake. Nothing can be the same again.
Tormalin the Oathless and the fell-witch Noon have their work cut out rallying the first war-beasts to be born in Ebora for three centuries. But these are not the...
The great city of Ebora once glittered with gold. Now its streets are stalked by wolves. Tormalin the Oathless has no taste for sitting around waiting to die while the realm of his storied ancestors falls to pieces - talk about a guilt trip. Better...