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A sample of chapter 3 -- Prince of the Furies

“Here I go again,” he groaned in the darkness of his room. Wet with perspiration, Rogan felt as if eyes were upon him. He sat up in fear, but the room held no trace of the specter. He froze for a moment, and then nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of a tap upon his window. “Who is it at this hour?” his asked in a low voice. The window was opened only a crack, but an answer came through. “It is Leonin. We need to talk…” Rogan crept through his sleeping house, careful not to disturb his parents and sisters asleep in their own bedrooms. He had no idea the time. Once outside, a chill wind roused his senses. There upon the road stood Leonin dressed in Farrian garb, but as one set to travel.
“Leonin, what is it? You scared the life out of me,” asked Rogan, still startled. “It is true. Your dreams have not left you. The road has not let you go,” he replied. “It is my burden. The only one foolish enough to touch a holy jewel…” “You are not the only fool.” Rogan did not understand. H…