by Joseph L Wiess
A ship appears in the sky above a quiet river village. By morning, it’s gone. No crew. No trace. Only unease—and the sense that something has already begun. For three days, the forest holds its breath. Then the war-band comes. Orcan forces surge from the treeline in numbers no scout had seen. The village prepares to die—until the strangers return, erupting from the snow in a perfectly laid ambush that turns slaughter into salvation. At their center stands a draoidh. Rhyslin Darkblade commands storm, earth, and something far older. He did not come by accident—and neither did the enemy. As gods stir, prophecies tighten, and ancient powers begin to move, one truth becomes clear: This was never just an attack. It was the opening move. Epic Fantasy • Magic • War • Political Intrigue • Slow Burn Relationships • Gods & Prophecy
