AND THE GODS OF CASTRE FOUGHT… From the sands of Castre, Aramoren shielded his eyes against the sun. The Gods collided; each battling for sovereignty of Castre. Disappointment settled on Aramoren’s face for there were bigger issues at hand than a sibling rivalry of power. The people of Castre had a problem in the form of a Meerdoran Warlord. The tyrant mountain of a man enslaved the fae, bending their magic to his will. Blood littered the ground, the sands, the streams, all in his inglorious name. Aramoren magicked himself to where the warlord would be, facing off with him in a battle that would long be unremembered by mortals. BUT THE GODDESS HAD DIFFERENT PLANS FOR ARAMOREN. This book is available free when you sign up for E. A. Shanniak's newsletter.