Imrahn
Lord of Battles, a warrior and master of the Art.
Book Excerpt
A figure approached from the direction of the city, crossing the open ground with a purposeful stride. His tall frame seemed to draw even the dull reflections of the gray sky to itself, sending ripples of brightness like liquid silver over his upper body as he moved. He paused once more in his stride to launch a javelin with impossible speed towards a selected target, evoking immediately the fierce beam and deafening clap at the point of impact. Bodies were flung into the air, or dropped where they stood, there being no opportunity to evade such a swift attack.
