from-under-the-rock

Book One: Shadow’s Hope Prologue: The cold, frosty moon shone over the darkened, snow-swept land, and the winds howled through cracks in the tavern walls. It was a cold night, one that made it necessary to stay indoors-it was not wise to tarry in the howling blizzard outside. Inside, the atmosphere was jolly, with a roaring fire in the hearth, and the light from it frolicking over the talkative commotion throughout the common. But not everyone was socializing. In the corner sat a tall man, his hood drawn up and his cloak huddled about him as if to ward off nonexistent cold. It was assumed he was a man, for this far into Siendri, home