In The Shadows
A WAR LOOMS IN THE SHADOWS AND THE EPIC BATTLE OF LIGHT AGAINST DARKNESS BEGINS ONCE MORE!
Synopsis: IN THE SHADOWS....the Ancient Enemy begins to stir once more.
Mysterious attacks on the border towns of Norens threaten the peace of the Kingdom and only one boy may hold the answers, Margan of Andars. He is what the Kalunesh call a Ripple of the Stone in their Ancient Prophecy of Light.:
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THE RIPPLE AND THE SEER
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Her long black hair was unlike anything Margan had seen before, it was darker then the night sky, and her sharp, tapered ears hinted at a Kalunesh or Mordrek heritage or if not that then she was at least a half breed. He felt strangely serene in her presence, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It reminded him of better times, before his father had started to get sick. Her gentle hand took hold of his as she lead him deeper into this strange gray world of mists. He looked up at this towering woman's sapphire orbs as he inquired, "Where are we going?"
She laughed and the sound made him feel so light it brought a smile to his lips, "Where we are meant to go. Remember Margan of Andars, the importance of the journey and destination are one and the same."
Margan was only more confused by her words as the mists swirled around them. There seemed to be no ground under their feet as they did not walk on anything except mist. He felt this should be unsettling, yet it did not disturb him. He knew not how long they walked as time seemed not to exist in this gray world of swirling mists; but upon coming to a great lake that stretched out beyond his eye could see she had brought him to a halt. Her hand pulled him down into a kneeling position before this lake as she herself knelt.
She dipped a hand into the water and then lifted it up and felt warm light wash over his head as she let the water fall from her hand. Her voice sounded very tired despite her youthful appearance, "The Darkness is coming again. It is the Cycle. The Wheel turns, and though Darkness surrounds you, you must put your Faith in the Light, for only The Light shall save us all."
He knew something of the stories of the Great War against the Dark. The thought of the Dark Gods sent a shiver through him. Yet he found words, "Who are you? Where are we? And Why am I here?"
She smiled at him in her eyes but not her face. Her face looked very tired and her eyes ancient, "Dangerous questions to ask, Margan of Andars. Very dangerous and you would little understand them."
Determined to understand what was going on he asked again, "Who are you? Where are we? Why am I here?"
She stood up tall and towered over him as she spoke, "I am who I have always been. What are names but useless words to those who lived through lifetime after lifetime. What value would you find in a name if I told you I was once Prince Balian of Reisiri? I have had many names throughout the ages and different lives. I am in this moment, Berenne The Tavarai Nokujä, what you would call a Seer or Prophet. And we are where we are meant to be at this moment. Now for your last question. We are here to fight the Darkness. Both of us will face It. We cannot allow the Darkness to drown us. Let the Light fill you, Margan of Andars, and all shall be set to right. Know this, you are the First Ripple from the Stone, and you have significance even if others cannot see it."
As if to make her point from out of the mists she had found a stone and threw it into the lake stretching out before them, "Now the Lake is changed. Look at that first ring spreading out. That is you. Do you understand?"
Margan didn't understand any of this. It was all beyond him. He only knew that another war was most likely coming, a war such as had not been in centuries. The Dark Gods were at work in the world again.
He fell over onto his butt as out of the center of the ripples in the lake the water parted to reveal a figure made of solid golden light raising up out of the lake. The light felt so bright that it hurt his eyes. He tried to shield them as a sense of awe filled him. He knew what was raising up out of the lake, it was a God of Light. He could not put into words the beauty and majesty of this godly figure that now towered over both him and the Kalunesh woman, Berenne, at his side. He could not speak as he stood there tongue tied and his heart hammering in his chest once more.
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Inspired by the works of J. Michael Straczynski, George R.R. Martin, and J.R.R. Tolkien.
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Synopsis: IN THE SHADOWS....the Ancient Enemy begins to stir once more.
Mysterious attacks on the border towns of Norens threaten the peace of the Kingdom and only one boy may hold the answers, Margan of Andars. He is what the Kalunesh call a Ripple of the Stone in their Ancient Prophecy of Light.:
_____________________________________________________________________________
THE RIPPLE AND THE SEER
_____________________________________________________________________________
Her long black hair was unlike anything Margan had seen before, it was darker then the night sky, and her sharp, tapered ears hinted at a Kalunesh or Mordrek heritage or if not that then she was at least a half breed. He felt strangely serene in her presence, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It reminded him of better times, before his father had started to get sick. Her gentle hand took hold of his as she lead him deeper into this strange gray world of mists. He looked up at this towering woman's sapphire orbs as he inquired, "Where are we going?"
She laughed and the sound made him feel so light it brought a smile to his lips, "Where we are meant to go. Remember Margan of Andars, the importance of the journey and destination are one and the same."
Margan was only more confused by her words as the mists swirled around them. There seemed to be no ground under their feet as they did not walk on anything except mist. He felt this should be unsettling, yet it did not disturb him. He knew not how long they walked as time seemed not to exist in this gray world of swirling mists; but upon coming to a great lake that stretched out beyond his eye could see she had brought him to a halt. Her hand pulled him down into a kneeling position before this lake as she herself knelt.
She dipped a hand into the water and then lifted it up and felt warm light wash over his head as she let the water fall from her hand. Her voice sounded very tired despite her youthful appearance, "The Darkness is coming again. It is the Cycle. The Wheel turns, and though Darkness surrounds you, you must put your Faith in the Light, for only The Light shall save us all."
He knew something of the stories of the Great War against the Dark. The thought of the Dark Gods sent a shiver through him. Yet he found words, "Who are you? Where are we? And Why am I here?"
She smiled at him in her eyes but not her face. Her face looked very tired and her eyes ancient, "Dangerous questions to ask, Margan of Andars. Very dangerous and you would little understand them."
Determined to understand what was going on he asked again, "Who are you? Where are we? Why am I here?"
She stood up tall and towered over him as she spoke, "I am who I have always been. What are names but useless words to those who lived through lifetime after lifetime. What value would you find in a name if I told you I was once Prince Balian of Reisiri? I have had many names throughout the ages and different lives. I am in this moment, Berenne The Tavarai Nokujä, what you would call a Seer or Prophet. And we are where we are meant to be at this moment. Now for your last question. We are here to fight the Darkness. Both of us will face It. We cannot allow the Darkness to drown us. Let the Light fill you, Margan of Andars, and all shall be set to right. Know this, you are the First Ripple from the Stone, and you have significance even if others cannot see it."
As if to make her point from out of the mists she had found a stone and threw it into the lake stretching out before them, "Now the Lake is changed. Look at that first ring spreading out. That is you. Do you understand?"
Margan didn't understand any of this. It was all beyond him. He only knew that another war was most likely coming, a war such as had not been in centuries. The Dark Gods were at work in the world again.
He fell over onto his butt as out of the center of the ripples in the lake the water parted to reveal a figure made of solid golden light raising up out of the lake. The light felt so bright that it hurt his eyes. He tried to shield them as a sense of awe filled him. He knew what was raising up out of the lake, it was a God of Light. He could not put into words the beauty and majesty of this godly figure that now towered over both him and the Kalunesh woman, Berenne, at his side. He could not speak as he stood there tongue tied and his heart hammering in his chest once more.
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Inspired by the works of J. Michael Straczynski, George R.R. Martin, and J.R.R. Tolkien.
In The Shadows
A WAR LOOMS IN THE SHADOWS AND THE EPIC BATTLE OF LIGHT AGAINST DARKNESS BEGINS ONCE MORE!
Synopsis: IN THE SHADOWS....the Ancient Enemy begins to stir once more.
Mysterious attacks on the border towns of Norens threaten the peace of the Kingdom and only one boy may hold the answers, Margan of Andars. He is what the Kalunesh call a Ripple of the Stone in their Ancient Prophecy of Light.:
_____________________________________________________________________________
THE RIPPLE AND THE SEER
_____________________________________________________________________________
Her long black hair was unlike anything Margan had seen before, it was darker then the night sky, and her sharp, tapered ears hinted at a Kalunesh or Mordrek heritage or if not that then she was at least a half breed. He felt strangely serene in her presence, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It reminded him of better times, before his father had started to get sick. Her gentle hand took hold of his as she lead him deeper into this strange gray world of mists. He looked up at this towering woman's sapphire orbs as he inquired, "Where are we going?"
She laughed and the sound made him feel so light it brought a smile to his lips, "Where we are meant to go. Remember Margan of Andars, the importance of the journey and destination are one and the same."
Margan was only more confused by her words as the mists swirled around them. There seemed to be no ground under their feet as they did not walk on anything except mist. He felt this should be unsettling, yet it did not disturb him. He knew not how long they walked as time seemed not to exist in this gray world of swirling mists; but upon coming to a great lake that stretched out beyond his eye could see she had brought him to a halt. Her hand pulled him down into a kneeling position before this lake as she herself knelt.
She dipped a hand into the water and then lifted it up and felt warm light wash over his head as she let the water fall from her hand. Her voice sounded very tired despite her youthful appearance, "The Darkness is coming again. It is the Cycle. The Wheel turns, and though Darkness surrounds you, you must put your Faith in the Light, for only The Light shall save us all."
He knew something of the stories of the Great War against the Dark. The thought of the Dark Gods sent a shiver through him. Yet he found words, "Who are you? Where are we? And Why am I here?"
She smiled at him in her eyes but not her face. Her face looked very tired and her eyes ancient, "Dangerous questions to ask, Margan of Andars. Very dangerous and you would little understand them."
Determined to understand what was going on he asked again, "Who are you? Where are we? Why am I here?"
She stood up tall and towered over him as she spoke, "I am who I have always been. What are names but useless words to those who lived through lifetime after lifetime. What value would you find in a name if I told you I was once Prince Balian of Reisiri? I have had many names throughout the ages and different lives. I am in this moment, Berenne The Tavarai Nokujä, what you would call a Seer or Prophet. And we are where we are meant to be at this moment. Now for your last question. We are here to fight the Darkness. Both of us will face It. We cannot allow the Darkness to drown us. Let the Light fill you, Margan of Andars, and all shall be set to right. Know this, you are the First Ripple from the Stone, and you have significance even if others cannot see it."
As if to make her point from out of the mists she had found a stone and threw it into the lake stretching out before them, "Now the Lake is changed. Look at that first ring spreading out. That is you. Do you understand?"
Margan didn't understand any of this. It was all beyond him. He only knew that another war was most likely coming, a war such as had not been in centuries. The Dark Gods were at work in the world again.
He fell over onto his butt as out of the center of the ripples in the lake the water parted to reveal a figure made of solid golden light raising up out of the lake. The light felt so bright that it hurt his eyes. He tried to shield them as a sense of awe filled him. He knew what was raising up out of the lake, it was a God of Light. He could not put into words the beauty and majesty of this godly figure that now towered over both him and the Kalunesh woman, Berenne, at his side. He could not speak as he stood there tongue tied and his heart hammering in his chest once more.
___________________________________________________________________
Inspired by the works of J. Michael Straczynski, George R.R. Martin, and J.R.R. Tolkien.
Synopsis: IN THE SHADOWS....the Ancient Enemy begins to stir once more.
Mysterious attacks on the border towns of Norens threaten the peace of the Kingdom and only one boy may hold the answers, Margan of Andars. He is what the Kalunesh call a Ripple of the Stone in their Ancient Prophecy of Light.:
_____________________________________________________________________________
THE RIPPLE AND THE SEER
_____________________________________________________________________________
Her long black hair was unlike anything Margan had seen before, it was darker then the night sky, and her sharp, tapered ears hinted at a Kalunesh or Mordrek heritage or if not that then she was at least a half breed. He felt strangely serene in her presence, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It reminded him of better times, before his father had started to get sick. Her gentle hand took hold of his as she lead him deeper into this strange gray world of mists. He looked up at this towering woman's sapphire orbs as he inquired, "Where are we going?"
She laughed and the sound made him feel so light it brought a smile to his lips, "Where we are meant to go. Remember Margan of Andars, the importance of the journey and destination are one and the same."
Margan was only more confused by her words as the mists swirled around them. There seemed to be no ground under their feet as they did not walk on anything except mist. He felt this should be unsettling, yet it did not disturb him. He knew not how long they walked as time seemed not to exist in this gray world of swirling mists; but upon coming to a great lake that stretched out beyond his eye could see she had brought him to a halt. Her hand pulled him down into a kneeling position before this lake as she herself knelt.
She dipped a hand into the water and then lifted it up and felt warm light wash over his head as she let the water fall from her hand. Her voice sounded very tired despite her youthful appearance, "The Darkness is coming again. It is the Cycle. The Wheel turns, and though Darkness surrounds you, you must put your Faith in the Light, for only The Light shall save us all."
He knew something of the stories of the Great War against the Dark. The thought of the Dark Gods sent a shiver through him. Yet he found words, "Who are you? Where are we? And Why am I here?"
She smiled at him in her eyes but not her face. Her face looked very tired and her eyes ancient, "Dangerous questions to ask, Margan of Andars. Very dangerous and you would little understand them."
Determined to understand what was going on he asked again, "Who are you? Where are we? Why am I here?"
She stood up tall and towered over him as she spoke, "I am who I have always been. What are names but useless words to those who lived through lifetime after lifetime. What value would you find in a name if I told you I was once Prince Balian of Reisiri? I have had many names throughout the ages and different lives. I am in this moment, Berenne The Tavarai Nokujä, what you would call a Seer or Prophet. And we are where we are meant to be at this moment. Now for your last question. We are here to fight the Darkness. Both of us will face It. We cannot allow the Darkness to drown us. Let the Light fill you, Margan of Andars, and all shall be set to right. Know this, you are the First Ripple from the Stone, and you have significance even if others cannot see it."
As if to make her point from out of the mists she had found a stone and threw it into the lake stretching out before them, "Now the Lake is changed. Look at that first ring spreading out. That is you. Do you understand?"
Margan didn't understand any of this. It was all beyond him. He only knew that another war was most likely coming, a war such as had not been in centuries. The Dark Gods were at work in the world again.
He fell over onto his butt as out of the center of the ripples in the lake the water parted to reveal a figure made of solid golden light raising up out of the lake. The light felt so bright that it hurt his eyes. He tried to shield them as a sense of awe filled him. He knew what was raising up out of the lake, it was a God of Light. He could not put into words the beauty and majesty of this godly figure that now towered over both him and the Kalunesh woman, Berenne, at his side. He could not speak as he stood there tongue tied and his heart hammering in his chest once more.
___________________________________________________________________
Inspired by the works of J. Michael Straczynski, George R.R. Martin, and J.R.R. Tolkien.
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BN ID: | 2940151563895 |
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Publisher: | Jason Stanley |
Publication date: | 05/23/2015 |
Series: | Ashes of the Fallen , #1 |
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Format: | eBook |
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