Savaged by the K’Chain Nah’Ruk, the Bonehunters march for Kolanse, where waits an unidentified fate. Tormented by questions, the military totters over the edge of mutiny, but Adjunct Tavore won’t relent. One final act remains, if it is in her power, if she can hold her army together, if the shaky allegiances she’s forged may survive all that’s to come. A female with no presents of magic, deemed plain, unprepossessing, exhibiting nothing at all to instill devotion or self-confidence, Tavore Paran of Home Paran means about The Crippled God to challenge the gods – if her personal troops don’t destroy her 1st. Awaiting Tavore and her allies will be the Forkrul Assail, the final arbiters of humanity. Sketching upon an alien power horrible in its magnitude, they seek to cleanse the globe, to annihilate every human being, every civilization, in order to begin anew. They pleasant the coming conflagration of slaughter, for it will be of their very own devising, and it pleases them to learn that, amid the enemies gathering against them, there will be betrayal. In the realm of Kurald Galain, house to the long-lost town of Kharkanas, scores of refugees stand upon the First Shore. Commanded by Yedan Derryg, the Watch, they await the breaching of Lightfall and the coming from the Tiste Liosan. That is a war they cannot earn, and they will perish in the name of a clear town and a queen without subjects. Somewhere else, the three Elder Gods, Kilmandaros, Errastas, and Sechul Lath, function to shatter the stores binding Korabas, the Otataral Dragon, from her eternal jail. Once freed, she’ll rise like a pressure of devastation, and against her no mortal can stand. In the Gates of Starvald Demelain, the Azath Home closing the portal is dying. Soon should come the Eleint, as soon as more, there will be dragons in the globe. “The type of epic narrative that will perhaps you have scrambling to get more.” – Stephen R. Donaldson