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- He’s a young man with burning questions.
- She’s a young woman on a journey of discovery.
- Together they must fight the forces of evil to save their world.
Joshua's father has long since disappeared. Most think he is dead, but Joshua’s dreams are telling him otherwise, and this is a scratch he just has to itch. It seems only The Oracle can help him. The Elder tells Joshua: “There will be many dangers for you ahead, Joshua, but if the answer to your dream is what you desire, you must head east to the Valley of Moross. There you must find the Oracle of Forestium.”
Joshua has never ventured out into the world of Forestium. The young and inexperienced Woodsman is ill-prepared for all that awaits him there. Forestium is a magical place, but Joshua must leave the security of Morelle, to a place where dark forces are looming. Can he face off the evil that is stalking him? Will he know whom to trust?
This middle-grade epic fantasy will appeal to kids and young adult fans of Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. A thrilling and gut-wrenching tale full of magic, myths, legends, heartache and fierce battles.
Lose yourself in this magical world created by New York Times bestseller Christopher D. Morgan.
Reached #5 on the New York Times bestseller list, and #8 on the USA Today bestseller list, in accompanyment with the Dark Humanity box set.
Melachor and Veloria stopped just long enough to catch their breath.
Melachor felt Sandor’s forehead with his palm. The skin was still damp and hot to the touch. The infant’s breathing had become increasingly laboured and he was now gasping for breath. Melachor stared at the tattered map, his hand shaking.
“Please, Melachor, we must rest.” Veloria leaned against a grungy building, barely able to stand, with the infant limp in her arms. Her fatigued toddler whined as he clung to her.
Sandor continued whimpering. Time was running out. Melachor shook his head and heaved a sigh as he caught his wife’s eye. She clutched a protective arm around Jared’s shoulders. Both of them feared their toddler might also catch this plague.
They peeked up and down the filthy alleyway. Screams rang out from all directions. Pandemonium in the distance wrenched at their attention but Sandor’s wellbeing was all they could focus on right now.
“This way, Vel,” he said, leading his exhausted family further into the maze of backstreets.
People had been running for cover, and the winding alleys were now all but empty. The sun’s rays didn’t penetrate into these narrow passages and a foul stench hung in the air. Shady figures lingered in the shadows, and he felt eyes staring at them from hidden corners.
The rickety, wooden buildings gave no outward sign of what lay behind each door. Melachor knew it was unsafe to bring his family here, but if Sandor were to stand any chance of surviving the illness, he needed to find a Metamorph, and quickly. The pox had claimed so many lives already and time was running out for Sandor.
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Sebastian Esparza
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