Lilianna and Thom never thought they would meet a Sepherii, the mythical creature, eerily half-man, half-horse, from stories of the Dark Days when Morauth spread evil like a contagious disease across the land. But why has Torr, the Sepherii, been summoned again?
Decades have gone by since the hero Rendar overwhelmed Morauth high on the Ledges, cutting her deeply with the black obsidian blade given to him by Torr. This time, Lilianna and Thom will be called on to help. Only the Dagger of Rendar has the power to banish her again, but in the hands of a child will the weapon be enough?
The young descendants of Rendar must be strong enough to strike the blow. Nothing less than the future of Faltofar and all its inhabitants is at stake.
It just gets a little muddled when the family tree also includes the sorceress Morauth.
The tribes gathered once a year, united in their love for the home they call Faltofar. The dancers' mesmerizing steps, choreographed by ancestors long silent, sent them leaping and pirouetting round and round the fire and each other.
“My name is Lili.” She stopped. That wasn’t right. She began again. “My name is Lilianna Rhianna Finnekin. I am second child to Olitus and Sarafina of the Finn.”
She had never formally announced her name, and the words felt laced with authority and connection. The Finnekins had once been a prominent tribe in Faltofar, and the children had been raised to feel pride in their ancestry.
“This is my brother Thom,” she said. “Thomlin Rendisius Finnekin, first child to Olitus and Sarafina of the Finn,” she corrected herself. The formality of the situation required manners.
The air at the center of the pattern had begun to swirl, the tree disappearing behind the smoldering cloud of billowing, thick smoke. At its center, a darkness began to form, slowly congealing. At first nothing more than a mass, it thickened ominously, rounding and stretching into the form of a human, a woman of sorts, floating just above the earth.
In the last of the Dark Days of Faltofar's history, the dwarf tribes joined forces with those practicing the Light Arts. They were led by the ancient warrior, Berold of the Glenn, who invoked the Power of The One. But people living in peaceful times often forget acts of great deeds.
She cherished the scents and sounds of the night around her and harbored no apprehensions of sleeping outside. Growing up in the harsher climate of the mountains, she and her siblings would spend days away from their home, hunting and fishing, at ease in the wild. Sarafina was a master archer but preferred her healing skills to killing. The hunt was always only out of necessity.
MORRI STEWART has been a personal trainer, river guide, bartender and journalist. She has eaten strange sea creatures on a tiny Island in Japan, survived dehydration on a desolate section of the California Coast, and has come face to face with a Cobra in Africa. She and her husband share their home in the Pacific Northwest with two extraordinary teenagers, a persnickety old cat and a lifetime collection of books.
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... Faltofar flies by means of Stewart's engaging imagination." Katrina Hays