Prologue of Changes in the Wind
Seven Hundred and Fifty Years Ago Thradin struggled against the bonds that held him, and Festhin sneered at him. “Your majesty,” he drawled. “How good of you to grace this occasion.” Thradin couldn’t speak, his lips closed by the spell that held him, the spell that drained him, and Festhin felt him weakening through the … More Prologue of Changes in the Wind