About This Book
With their dying breath, the Prae’surlas would breathe glory to their god. But their god has been slain, their usurper defeated, and their homes burned by a demon’s flame. Godless and lost, the Prae’surlas are a broken people, about to be invaded by the Fureath’i hordes with the sole desire to burn every last Prae’surlas to cinder and ash. Frind’aal, once the Champion Above, was greatest among the Iceborn, living centuries without defeat. But exiled from Surlas, falling so Low causing the loss of his mind and the ruin of his soul, but not his power. In his nation’s greatest need, Frind’aal must awake and lift his spear once more to prevent the annihilation of his people. Griffil and Krife are in Mordengrav, far from the war, in the capital city of the great Mordec Empire. But death and destruction follow these two thieves wherever they travel, having already brought ruin to Amidon City and the Thorann Web, and while it might appear that Krife and Griffil are only interested in hunting treasure and spending it on whores, there are powers in the Mordec Empire who know better than to allow these two to wander free. And Lord Thisian Flameborn, within the Amalgamation of Sorcerers, Thisian feels he has become trapped in the tower, tricked into his situation by an underhanded spell by a sexy witch, Zavi. Torn between learning new magical powers (which he’s already bloody got) and helping Zavi breach a new world of power (which he wants nothing the rut to do with), Thisian laments his old life as a Fureath’i, and considers helping with the war against Surlas. After all, he is possibly the most handsome and powerful Flameborn that’s ever existed! But someone else will just have to fight that flaming war. Maybe Frehep will do it, he never bloody does anything else. The sun god sees you, Surlas, and he sees you burning in a war of flames.
