Prologue: Meda I
Screams slid across a smooth glass surface. They were her mother's screams. The glass cracked, and in the splintered reflection, violet eyes that were not her own studied her.
Epic Fantasy
The Fury Desert
The largest country on Tuith bears no road, and no army has crossed it twice.
Demessie I — Gone
The smell of woodsmoke woke him. He lay on his mat and watched the light move on the wall — a pale bar across the clay, sharp-edged, climbing slow. Past sunrise.
Meda I: A Kingdom Before The Fall
A droning hum spiralled—and inside the vibration, the rhythmic tread of thirty thousand men.