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The Temple of Shirith-Kah is coming to Arkavia, to destroy the old gods, burn the land and blacken the sky. In the shadows of the Velderwood, unwitting guardians defend a forgotten hope against a demon sent to destroy it.

Termaris is a surly mercenary with a talent for killing, but he cares little for wars, gods, death or even life.  He takes one last job to escape prison, then reneges on the deal when the journey draws him back to an older, higher calling, and threatens to lay his past treachery bare. Ethné has unique powers she can’t understand or control.  She wants answers, but her talent has a terrifying price which could leave her alone in a sea of enemies.

On a desperate mission they carry a holy vial south in search of alliance with the Empire of Teth-Kiran. But Arkavia’s old master is an insular nation of conspiracies and deadly intrigue, and they care little for the lives of barbarians in the north. As a shadow of ancient evil falls upon the empire, few dare hope to bring the two nations together once more, as a last bastion against the Dreaming God.

Knight of Aslath marks the birth of a new epic fantasy, and chronicles the return of a forgotten magic which can shape worlds. The rise of an enemy whose dark power has cast down the old order, and reduced kingdoms to bones and dust. And the beginning of a war which threatens to devour all life, and challenge the gods themselves.

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  • “On your feet, coward.” Termaris looked up, squinting at the torch light which shone through the window of his cell.  The gaoler sneered at him, hawked and spat through the window. Termaris ignored him and cradled his head in his hands.  He let out a muffled sigh at the dull throb behind his eyes.  Events of last night began to return to him, but the anger had gone. “I said, on your feet,” repeated the gaoler.  “You have a visitor.” The gaoler watched as Termaris rubbed his eyes.  “I heard your locks were already cut when they arrested you,” he said, laughing at Termaris’ short blonde hair.  “So which is it then?  Were you convicted before?  Or are you some misunderstood wretch telling the world you’re dishonoured?  Scum, either way.” Termaris remained silent.  Realising he could not bait his prisoner, the gaoler walked away.  His footsteps retreated along the corridor and gloom descended upon the cell once more.  Sounds carried from the distance.  Other miserable souls locked up down here.  The gaoler’s whiny prattle.  Another voice, which he recognised.

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