Part of Series
In the aftermath of the plague demons' attack on Fallcrest, Roghar's inspiring optimism has played a significant role in the rebuilding of the town. Albanon, meanwhile, has not recovered so well. Tormented by his experiences and his near-transformations first by Vestapalk then by Kri, he has retreated to Moorin's tower, where he immerses himself in books. He is the last member of the Order of Vigilance, touched by both the Voidharrow and Tharizdun—he feels as if he stands on the brink of madness. The Nentir Vale has been ravaged by the abyssal plague and the plague demons. The area is lawless and suspicions run rampant. Only safe as long as they hide, the heroes scout as close as they dare. But with Vestapalk growing ever-stronger and plague demons on the rise, they know they have to act soon. The world cannot afford to wait any longer. As they journey toward the greatest concentration of demons they learn they are on the right path and they gain an ally. Kri, believed dead, resurfaces with wisdom garnered from the Chained God. It seems even Tharizdun himself is against Vestapalk.
Author
Don lives with his partner in Toronto, surrounded by gadgets, spice jars, and too many books. No, I don’t normally refer to myself in the third person. That’s the official author bio from the back of my most recent books. You want some other trivia? I’m a fan of the serial comma. I’m a huge fan of breakfast cereal. I own one (and only one) stuffed animal—a Highland cow from Edinburgh named “Ewan MooGregor.” I love Edinburgh and London—other large cities visited in the UK include Bath and Plymouth. I’ve also been to Cheddar where I ate a really good cheese sandwich. I like cheese, especially hard and blue cheeses (Mmmm. Stilton.). I look terrible in hats with the exception (for unknown reasons) of a few ball caps of particular colour and design. I look good in rugby shirts, but don’t really own any as I neither play rugby nor follow the sport enough to feel honest buying the shirt of any particular team. I don’t play or follow soccer either, but that didn’t stop me from choosing a “shirt team” in the last World Cup, wearing their shirt, and cheering for them in pubs. Go Netherlands! To quote Paul S. Kemp, “Mmm. Beer.” I have seriously considered buying a kilt. Update March 2008: The kilt has been bought! Kilt, cow, and fondness for Edinburgh aside, I’m not Scottish. More to come, I’m sure!
