The rise of old magic.
Saunders Coleson, a priest of the First Son, is lost in the endless darkness of the underworld. The sunlight and warmth from the temple in Abaraka a distance memory, now his world revolves around staying alive against the monstrous creatures that inhabit the tunnels under the shard.
His new discoveries, the many dangers, and wonders beneath the island will be gone if he can’t find his way to safety. A junior member of the temple’s archives should never face such peril. Who built the labyrinth of tunnels under his city? What creatures might call this black hell home? If Coleson can find a way in, might, the monsters find a way out? All these questions - and more - will answer themselves as we delve deeper into the dark fantasy world of The Fractured Lands, and as we’re drawn towards the thrilling conclusion of this stunning work of immersive fiction.
Walking through life lost is no way for a man to travel. In the islands of Fractured Lands, an undiscovered country lies just below the surface. Something drives the monsters from the dark tunnels to attack the sunlight world. Only the quick will survive the onslaught. In Fractured Spirits, author Greg Alldredge takes us into a bold new heart of dark fantasy and leaves us shaken, thrilled, and eager for more. For fans of Game of Thrones, this fourth book in an epic fantasy series is guaranteed to get the mind racing and the heart pumping and is sure to grip readers from the first fantastical page to the last.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Dark FantasyI have over 30 books published in several SF/F sub-genres; I would like to increase my international readership.
Daylight and warmth seemed a distant memory, and the austerity of Saunders’s priest’s cell a luxury he would never see again. The towers of his temple in Abaraka, now a distant memory. That day… he never thought his discovery in the library would have taken him so far. When he closed the wall behind him, he expected… told himself… honestly, he didn’t grasp what to expect. Assuming it would only be new and different, Saunders never anticipated this new version of hell: forever dark, forced to wander the tunnels under the earth until his death. However, he refused to give up. It was not time to roll over and die. That day might come but not today.
Saunders worked his way through the catacombs. His god, the Son, must have traveled at his side. He found water shortly before the rough-hewed tunnels ended. Needing to break through a weak masonry wall that covered the farthest end, now he traveled a natural cavern.
His survival depended on the water he found, and the fire he kept going with his torch of tattered cloth stolen from the dead. His journey left him in awe at how fragile life was. Unsure how deep or far he’d traveled, he felt the light and warmth of the sun call to him.
As soon as he found the trickle of water, he thought his best bet for freedom from the darkness was to follow it backward. To his knowledge, water flowed downhill, and up meant the sun and warmth.
His food ran out long ago. Even supplementing his diet with the few blind insects, he discovered he needed to cinch up the rope that held his robes on, or he would have continually tripped over their growing length.
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Translated by VICTOR EDGAR RIVERA ROMERO
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