Book #3 of The Sibylline Saga
There he gathers to him, the laughing, loving Dark.
But restless spirits cannot live on simple human spark.
When Gwenna hears a siren call in the night, she travels to a far distant country across the sea to discover its source. There, she encounters the great stone Giants of Lujor and a prophecy that could end it all.
There is a hole in the universe – a breach into the void between worlds – and Gwen will do anything to find it before it’s too late. Her search leads her to Amau, where a tightly knit family led by Arlo, called the Dragon, is waging war against the south. But the Dragon's family has a secret, one they've faithfully kept for over a century. And it's a secret Gwen will discover, even if she has to start a clandestine war of her own to do it.
Because as terrifying as the Dragon and his armies may be, that's something Gwen has little interest in – just another war among men. What truly scares her is the lady upstairs, the gentle, soft-spoken wife of the Dragon, with golden hair and eyes as empty as the space between trees.
Book #3 of The Sibylline Saga
There he gathers to him, the laughing, loving Dark.
But restless spirits cannot live on simple human spark.
When Gwenna hears a siren call in the night, she travels to a far distant country across the sea to discover its source. There, she encounters the great stone Giants of Lujor and a prophecy that could end it all.
There is a hole in the universe – a breach into the void between worlds – and Gwen will do anything to find it before it’s too late. Her search leads her to Amau, where a tightly knit family led by Arlo, called the Dragon, is waging war against the south. But the Dragon's family has a secret, one they've faithfully kept for over a century. And it's a secret Gwen will discover, even if she has to start a clandestine war of her own to do it.
Because as terrifying as the Dragon and his armies may be, that's something Gwen has little interest in – just another war among men. What truly scares her is the lady upstairs, the gentle, soft-spoken wife of the Dragon, with golden hair and eyes as empty as the space between trees.