Aric may have found a new home and a new family in the desert, but once more, the emperor rears his ugly head. This time his Paladins are coming to seize not only the Guild, but Aric himself. Meanwhile, in the north, as Cassia flees the imperial hounds close on her heels, Fadan seeks the support of a rebellion fragmented by politics and personal interests.
However, it is not just the wars of men that threaten the world of Arkhemia. Eliran, on a mission to assassinate Head-Archon Astoreth, discovers that the Circle is in possession of an ancient artifact created by the gods themselves.
Winds of war are rising, and in the coming chaos, the Circle’s sinister plans can only blossom. Can they be stopped? Is it already too late?
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / EpicThis is the sequel to the Dragon Hunter and the Mage. It has been very well received and has sold thousands of copies since it's release in March 2019.
The first snows had started falling on the day they had crossed the northern fork of the Saffya river. Now, it threatened to bury them.
The cold crept in through Cassia’s gloves and boots, turning her hands and feet into lifeless stumps. The wind slashed across her face like a thousand daggers whistling as one. Behind her, the column of her legionaries stretched far enough that she rarely saw its end beyond the bends of the snaking road. One hundred steel-clad men and women trudged through the snow without so much as a shiver. That they could keep up with the pace of her horse, despite a pack of equipment that probably weighed as much as a large wardrobe on their backs, was nothing short of amazing, especially considering the snow storm blowing around them.
“Captain,” Cassia called, the howling wind throwing her words back at her and forcing her to raise her voice. “Captain!”
Riding slightly ahead of her, Darian turned.
“How much longer until we leave these goddess damned mountains?” Cassia asked.
“Not much longer,” Darian replied rather vaguely. This route had been his idea; a long detour through the inhospitable northern mountains in the hopes of avoiding the emperor’s efforts to catch them.
“You’re assuming he knows where we are,” Venia said. She rode beside Cassia, the hood of her gray cloak covering her pale blond hair.
“This might not be the most comfortable route, but it is the safest,” Darian assured Cassia, opting to ignore Venia’s gibe.
“It’s not my comfort I’m worried about,” Cassia said. “Your soldiers can’t keep plowing through knee-deep snow for much longer. At least we have horses.”
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