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   Ah, the memories. The books came out early '11 and haven't looked back since. OK, that sounds a little silly, but I can say "Passage" came out I have looked mostly to the future (and that future would be 1654 A.E). Another year and lots of changes.

Here's another snippet from Book three, "Prince of the Furies":



A sapphire sky greeted them at the crest of a stony gap between taller peaks – Mount Kalia in the north and Mount Tullia in the south, a mother and daughter, wife and kin of Turrult himself who tamed this land. Beneath their stares, the valley of Karn spread out green and wide; the village perceptible as a tiny hamlet in the middle of forests and bare mounded hills. It was then Andro recalled the fire they had seen from the village.

“There should be evidence of such a thing. It had to be a grand blaze indeed,” he said.

   “If there is evidence, we shall find it soon enough,” replied Turran as they finished the last portion of the ascent. Before long the remnants of a large burn emerged atop a large boulder just as the next valley came into view in the west, haze-filled and gray. They dismounted to get a better look at the remains – it was anything but a regular campfire.

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