The Silence Between

"That creeping, churning Darkness of the beyond...do you think it idle?"

Lutherius Drakul sits the throne, reigning over a people in tatters. Following the largest ever daemon incursion into the city-state, Raek's demi-god defenders are fallen, leaving Luther's people at the mercy of ancient masters known for having none. His reign will be a short one.

Enocharius Drakul was bred to bleed daemons, but his own are not things of flesh. Some brands burn deeper than others; his seared his soul, yet there are crueler fates than slavery. Though bound by chains of light, the First Slave of Koltenia has drunk deeply of the Darkness beyond worlds. And one cannot chain the dark.

Kvaa, the young August of the tundra horselords slew her beloved father with his own spear. Not for vengeance or greed, but because he had lost the Path, leading their people to slaughter. She would do it again a thousand times. Now she rides to war. "Our gods are weak. We will not be."