"Not a word wasted or out of place. Strong, compelling, intriguing, taut. A real pleasure to read such mature, competent writing." -Judge, SouthWest Writers Contest, Science Fiction/Fantasy Novel
"Fresh. I really liked the relationship that was being set up between Carin and Verek." -Judge, Frontiers in Writing Contest
From the Back Cover
Lord Verek looked at her with something peculiar in his gaze.
"It's late," he said. "You and I must speak of many things, before this journey's done, but tonight you should rest--for we'll be off on the morrow before the sun is over the world's edge." He canted his head. "Pray favor me, however, with a bit of thought in that nimble brain of yours, and consider the words I spoke to you today. As the sleeper shuts the window against the fiends of night, and the gateman hoists the drawbridge in the enemy's face, you may be called to like service. Think on what I say."
The wizard strode to the door and was gone. Carin barred it behind him, then stripped to her skin for another night between smooth sheets.
Sleep did not come easily, however, on top of a cold, greasy meal and Verek's odd speech. His words echoed in her mind. Why did the warlock speak so pointedly of evil things crawling through the night, as though he wished to fill her dreams with frights?
The last misty notion in Carin's head, before sleep nudged it away, was a vague impression of a wobbly rope bridge--its near end anchored to the side of a mountain, its far reaches seeming to float on a mirror-smooth ocean--with an army of demons and firedrakes, corpse-candles and creeping horrors, massed on that far shore and making ready to cross.