E J Doble
On a desert plain, in the desert winds, death approached from the south like a ghost...A MAN.Taken by death; returned in ashes,With a tale of revenge on his lips.A BOY.Cast out by his people for wrongs he never committed,longing for a chance at redemption.THEIR FATES.Intertwined by chance; forged by the gods.Into the depths of Tarraz they go.Behold, the Knife of Sorrows...