She’s dreamed of being a great warrior. Instead, she becomes her world's worst nightmare.
Aria is living the life of a healer, a position that’s been forced on her to keep her away from her dreamwalker abilities and her true desire of being a warrior. But there’s one dream that refuses to leave her alone- a man in a barren landscape of sand and rocks and ur’gel, deadly creatures designed for war.
But as she fights to learn how to hone her dreamwalker gifts in order to save this man who she feels an odd connection to, her world folds in around her. Her village is attacked and her brother is taken. The ur’gel demand one thing: bring Beru.
The man from her dreams.
But all the information she has about the man called Beru is that he was a traitor to the great hero, Onen Suun, who imprisoned the fallen over two centuries ago. If she frees this enemy in order to save her brother, how could she live with herself?
But if she doesn’t and her brother dies...
Save her brother or start a war. The decision is hers.
This begins the epic story of the Legends of the Fallen told by an ensemble cast of USA Today Bestselling authors who will sweep you away and carry you on an adventure you won’t soon forget.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Epic-Top 100 book on Amazon US (March 2019)
-Top 100 book on Amazon CA (March 2019)
-#1 in Dark Fantasy
-#1 in Dark Fantasy Horror
-#1 in Sword and Sorcery
“You can’t hold me back forever.” The gong had just rung, calling for reinforcements from our small town due to a skirmish.
And we had to sit here and prepare vegetables with the rest of the healers.
How could I be the only one who felt this to be wrong?
“We have much to practice and learn.” Mother Ofburg raised a dark eyebrow at me as she worked away, snapping the ends off the peas. “Healing is our contribution to our people.”
It was easy for her to say. She’d been a healer for … well, a long time. It wasn’t natural for me. “What if I don’t want to be like you?” I pointed at Noble, my best friend and fellow healer. “Or you?”
“One day, you will find peace and realize that you are a healer, not a fighter.” Mother Ofburg poured her plate of beans into a sack we’d be giving to the farmers whose crops had died overnight.
I shut my mouth, knowing nothing I’d said would change her mind. Mother Ofburg was a respected healer and leader in our small town. I was one of three apprentices in her care, and quite possibly the worst.
No. I was the worst. I had no idea why she kept trying with me. From my botched spells, to the time I burned the outhouse down on a full moon, by accident. Magic didn’t flow through my veins. Fighting did.
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