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Synopsis

Seventeen-year-old Duncan Greenfire is alive.

Three hours ago, he was chained to the rocks and submerged as the incoming tide washed over his head. Now the waters are receding and Duncan's continued survival has completed his initiation as a Sea Wolf.

It is the 167th year of the Dark Age. The Sea Wolves and their Eastron kin can break the glass and step into the void, slipping from the real world and reappearing wherever they wish. Wielding their power, they conquered the native Pure Ones and established their own Kingdom.

The Sea Wolves glory in piracy and slaughter. Their rule is absolute, but young Duncan Greenfire and duellist Adeline Brand will discover a conspiracy to end their dominion, a conspiracy to shatter the glass that separates the worlds of Form and Void and unleash a primeval chaos across the world.

Excerpt

I was at peace in the void. There was no pain or anxiety, just the gentle caress of the sea, stretching away from me as a blanket of deep blue. It was the world of spirits, beyond the glass of the real world, and the only place I felt no pain. I'd been here for several hours. Soon, my strength would falter and I'd have to leave the realm of void, returning to the realm of form.

I wanted to stroll away from the coast, kicking my bare feet through the warm sea water and the dancing spirits within, but I couldn't move. However peaceful I found the void, I couldn't forget that, in the real world, I was tied to a wooden post by the wrists and ankles, half-submerged in freezing cold water. I'd broken the glass and stepped to the void when the brackish water had reached my chin. The tide would have receded by now, but the temperature would only have gotten worse. I closed my eyes and took a last long breath of pure air, before letting myself slip back through the glass.

I immediately howled in pain. In the real world, night was turning back to day and I could no longer feel my hands or feet. The black sea water was neither gentle nor warm, and the stinging wind forced my eyes to close. I howled again, as my bare chest and face were enveloped by oncoming waves. The water churned, broken only by the rocks of the Bay of Grief, forming a horseshoe around my wooden pole.

"I am a Sea Wolf. I am Eastron from across the sea." It was barely a grunt, but I said it again and again, until my throat was dry and sore. I coughed out sea water and phlegm, retching between heavy breaths.

The rocks around me were muddy green, mottled with seaweed and algae, and high enough to block my view of the hold. But there was no-one waiting for me above and there had been no sound for hours. A day and a night is a long time to wait, and no-one would return until my time was up. I could have drowned yesterday, and my body would not be retrieved until the proper time. Only a Sea Wolf, with strong wyrd, able to stay in the void for hours at a time, could stop from drowning and survive the ordeal. Though no-one expected me to survive.

Copyright © 2019 by A. J. Smith

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