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The Sleeper is Awake
Two thousand years have passed since the epic explosion of the Valleur Throne. After employing the golden seat as a weapon, Torrullin enters the invisible realms and drags the Darak Or with him, thereby gifting the universe a time of unprecedented peace.
Now there are multiple signs of approaching doom. A new threat rises on the cursed horizon. It is time for the Sleeper Sword to awaken.
Torrullin is ready to return to Valaris, but cannot exit the invisible realm without aid. Samuel is Torrullin’s kinsman, and his fate is forged to the greatest sorcerer the cosmos has ever known. He swears to hold his hand out to Torrullin, to feel the blood of kin.
The old players gather for a renewal of the fateful games. This time, however, the duel between a father and son will wound many, including Valla kin. Torrullin needs to build a relationship with his grandson Tannil, the new Vallorin, save Fay from hell, rescue Saska from captivity, and find the means to end Tymall. Their duel will reverberate throughout the universe.
In an endless adventure of urgency and drama, the on-going saga of Torrullin’s role as saviour is as a sharp as the sword he wields and as blunt as his acerbic tongue. Wherever he goes someone will be hurt. To love him is to be ruined, to hate him is to be ruined.
Dreams of sacrifice haunt him. Perhaps true catharsis lies in the realm of dreams.
What does a Bluebell have to do with a labyrinth? This is Lore of Reaume in microcosm: from mythical Dragons in The Kallanon Scales to the Temple of Stars in The Nemisisn Star, and from bluebells in a strange place in The Sleeper Sword to Mazes of the mind, heart and reality in The Dreamer Stones, the pace is swift and takes you to the oddest spaces.
Men stride through emotions like marauders, and as uncaring. The unfeeling will hurt … when they least expect it.
Men stride through worlds like gods, and as arrogant. The mighty fall hard … and never do they see it coming.
Arli of Pendulim
From THE NEMESIS BLADE
“A tale of humanity and the deception cast upon them to keep the diminishing immortals from their memories.”
This is the tag-line created by Eeva Lancaster of The Book Khaleesi – says it all for The Infinity Mantle!
This is the final short story insert for the LORE Series and slots in between The Nemesis Blade and The Echolone Mine … and, yes, it’s about doors, special doors 🙂
An ancient people uncover an even older door buried in an obscure place. This mystery leads to strange truths regarding magic and maths … and a host of doors.
A time comes when Avior faces annihilation. To save the future, they use what they learned of doors to create a truly special one. This door leads to a shadowy place, but the future requires those shadows.
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On Fore-knowledge: There are various ‘states’ in which one may know something that may come to pass, among these:-
Premonition; the state of anticipating an event
Precognition; a more neutral advance knowing
Telepathy; a distant feeling, and not to be confused with mind communication
Clairvoyance; a clear seeing- a seer is expert in this art
Dreams; where a visitation of an event occurs in the unconscious and may be recalled
Dream incubation: a deliberate state, preceded by cleansing rituals
Scrying; technique, of which there are many, to produce images of the future
Omens; a happening that precedes the vent by way of symbolism
Auguries; a form of divination based on ritualistic behaviour, a chance outcome
Waking imagery: visions
Borderland imagery; the state of semi-awareness between waking and sleeping
Lucid dreams; dreams within dreams
Oracle; person or persons claiming to possess the means to see the future
The final short story (for now!) for Arcana and Reaume: The Beyond for Vannis
When the valley Torrke goes supernova, three men die. One of those is Vannis Valla, but death is never an ending.
This is Vannis’ Afterlife; where does he reopen his eyes in his Beyond?
The man stands uncertain before the precipice. He cannot trust, cannot take that leap of faith. It is dark below, black as eternal night, and he is afraid of what lies in those depths. She steps up to him, in the end the only one who truly knows, and takes his hand. His fingers are cold, deadly cold. Grey eyes, blue eyes.
Lowen’s vision, fourteen years after the Enchanter entered that other invisible realm
Your salvation lies in the courage to enter that temple of dreams, torn soul. Offer it up, all that you still have hidden in your deepest recesses, and look with an empty vessel into that abyss.
The Ymirian Rosenroth on the Enchanter’s dream