“For thirty millennia, three thousand years on Rathillien alone, the Kencyrath had fought the long retreat from world to world, down the Chain of Creation, waiting for their god to manifest himself through them in final battle. Chosen they were… — P.C. Hodgell Copy Share Image
“Men said afterward that no blacker night had ever fallen...The wind roared through the city, ripping up slates, clawing at the houses until those… — P.C. Hodgell Copy Share Image
“The old, defiant chant rose in her mind: If I want, I will learn. If I want, I will fight. If I want, I… — P.C. Hodgell Copy Share Image
“A face stared up at her from the mirror beside her hand. Was that really what she looked like? Was that really what she… — P.C. Hodgell Copy Share Image
“For thirty millennia, three thousand years on Rathillien alone, the Kencyrath had fought the long retreat from world to world, down the Chain of… — P.C. Hodgell Copy Share Image
