For those lost,
may they yet be found.
Note: Covers for books IV, V, & VI, TBD and will be placeholders. Alas cover art is a time intensive process, but I’ve been working on an improved art pipeline for a while.
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The world of Thaea is stumbling towards war, though those once unimagined, seem most urgent to come.
When signs pointed north, fickle fate dragged a family farther east. When dragons intervened, theirs power were laid humble. When the Avatar spoke, he named a Sister, and a Brother. A great cycle is carrying a journey back towards the setting Sun, if the winds will carry them.
In the west, Nohlend has fallen into open conflict with Sylvans, and begs aid from all who will come. Rumors circle of Red Sails on the North Sea, threatening to block vital trade. Rebellion, and schemers yet lurk in the east, as a dead woman, emerges from the south.
Time itself lays fractured, as the Council devolves into futile bickering. The shadow of Osyrae yet looms, and their part in growing conflicts cannot be safely ignored, any longer.
The Age of Stormfall has only just begun, and a prophecy never clear, looms ever closer. A fate twins swore to cheat, may have already been swindled, and the death of gods, may only herald a call for new contenders, to an ancient struggle, for fate itself.
Pieces are missing in a puzzle, and the best place to hide a thing everyone seeks, remains in plain sight.
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