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Chapter 32........................................................................671
Chapter 33........................................................................692
Chapter 34........................................................................726
Chapter 35........................................................................758
Chapter 36........................................................................783
Chapter 37........................................................................809
Chapter 38........................................................................831
Chapter 39........................................................................852
Chapter 40........................................................................867
Chapter 41........................................................................893
Chapter 42........................................................................912
Fantasy Books by Roger Taylor......................................924

Prologue
In the dark times, in the great movements of peo-ples, many looked upon the shores of the land and
knew joy, thinking their long wanderings ended. But the darkness had spread even unto the people of the
land, and they fell upon the newcomers and slew them, men and women and children, and rejoiced in the
cruelty of the deed.

Then, in their long boats, came fugitives tempered by the heat of the many battles they had fought against
the darkness. And though they sought only peace, still the peoples of the land slew them, and there was
great conflict.

And, through the years, others came, and alliances were made, and the peoples of the land declined and
were driven to the north and into the mountains. But in their final struggles, some among them, consumed
with hatred and steeped in evil, sank yet deeper into the ways of darkness and drew upon the power
which was in all things, and, using it corruptly, as a terrible magic, were themselves corrupted.

And for a while, they prevailed, bringing yet more horror to the land. But as the sword begat the shield,
so did their wickedness show the way to their downfall, for others learned the way of the power and,
learning it more truly, were not corrupted.

And in the end they prevailed, and peace came to the land.

And the victors turned to the future.

And the memory of the great conflicts that had brought them to the land, and even the battles they had
fought there, faded into legend and myth, as too did the knowledge of the use of the power.

Yet it is ever there . . .

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Ivaroth Ungwyl reined his horse to a halt and stared around balefully. In every direction the view was the
same – a flat, bleak plain spreading to a vague winter-misted horizon. It was covered with the harsh and
stunted vegetation that alone could stand the bitter cold and the dry biting wind that blew there for most
of the year and was blowing now.

In spring and summer he knew that the dun monot-ony would be transformed into vivid greens and
yellows and a myriad other bright and subtle colours, as grasses and flowers appeared at the touch of the