Having two of his fingers cut off at an early age hadn't done much to make Xandrith an agreeable fellow. Besides marking him as a pariah and having him shunned by even his own family, it had also hurt. A lot. Being stripped of a few of his fingers and cast out of the Order of Mages had left him bitter and angry, but if there was any consolation to be had it was that he was doing rather well in his new line of work. While perforating people for money might not have been the most noble of callings, it was quite lucrative.
Twisted by black magic and driven by soul-crushing loss, Lowin Fenly, a young scribe turned knight, struggles to hold on to his humanity as he battles to rescue that which he values most in the world. Along the way he will be forced to make friends of his enemies and enemies of his friends. He will grow from a boy no one has heard of into a man destined to leave the land forever changed, but how will he be remembered?
"Poorly performed, poorly written."
A man is not great because he is a good man. A great man can be good, evil, or any shade of gray in between. A great man is a man who sees the world around him, and changes it to suit him, instead of letting it change him to suit itself. Lowin Fenly didn't want to be a hero, and he never thought of being a villain, but sometimes the path that must be walked by great men leads to dark places. Body twisted by dark magic, the scribe-turned-Knight must learn to control the beast he is becoming, or risk losing the few remnants of humanity he clings to.
"Truly, how noble are each and every one of us?"
Lowin has driven himself tirelessly toward his goals, seeking an end to the torments that have riddled his soul with guilt for years. The threat of the Hungering seems abated, but still greater challenges lay ahead. His companions are divided, and his own mind is split by dark thoughts, and darker urgings. Lowin must master himself, and find friends amidst the enemies that surround him, or all he has worked so hard to gain will be lost.
"Outside apperance does not reveal your heart"
All men who would change the world, must first be willing to destroy it. The continuation of the epic saga began in The Noble Fool, The Vengeful Malicereturns to the memories of Lowin Fenly as he is stirred from his respite of self loathing and forced on a quest to bring peace to his people, his land, and himself. A new menace comes from the sea, and it has come to devour mankind whole. The kingdom is at war with itself, and with a new enemy, and powerful men have decided that Lowin will play an important role in the upcoming conflict whether he wishes it or not.
"Wow! I feel like I was Noble during the fights!"
Having two of his fingers cut off at an early age hadn't done much to make Xandrith an agreeable fellow. Besides marking him as a pariah and having him shunned by even his own family, it had also hurt. A lot. Being stripped of a few of his fingers and cast out of the Order of Mages had left him bitter and angry, but if there was any consolation to be had it was that he was doing rather well in his new line of work. While perforating people for money might not have been the most noble of callings, it was quite lucrative. Well, it had been quite lucrative.
"A great idea with weak delivery"
The world is falling into chaos. The trolls, humanities long cursed brothers, are rising from the holes they were driven into, and a vile plague is decimating the human population. Xandrith, the unlikely but determined hero, has gone missing, and hope is dwindling day by day. Meanwhile, Haley, Xandrith’s apprentice, is growing frustrated at her mentor’s continued absence. She fears the worst, but none of her companions seem willing to do anything.
"The narrator SUX!"
The world of men is crashing to an end. Xandrith has been stricken down, his body and mind corrupted in his attempt to gather aid for his world - and his friends have been lost, cast to the winds amidst the turmoil. What hope remains when all the land is crawling with darkness, and the few remaining survivors have been driven deep into the metallic clutches of man's last standing fortress?
"Excellent ending to a terrific trilogy"
The sleeping gods have awakened before their time, disturbed from their slumber by a terrible force of corruption that has seeped into their resting bodies and twisted them into immortal beasts of madness and horror. A fallen cleric rises and takes arms against the tide of corruption, wielding the only weapon ever forged from the bones of an immortal, God Ender, a sword to rend the flesh of gods.
James awakens to the glow of red emergency lights and discovers himself locked in his quarters aboard the deep space vessel Odyssey. Communication circuits are severed, and the Artificial Intelligence system is malfunctioning. It doesn't take the young cadet long to realize that the technical issues he's experiencing are among the least of his concerns. Dark things wrapped loosely in human flesh haunt the strangely vacant halls of the Odyssey, and James can't be sure whether they really exist or he has lost his mind to the rigors of space.
"Interesting and Suprising"