Prologue

Phytia County, Thuurdia

Year of the Swan

The sun had shone almost the entire day, with the exception of a quick ‘flash storm’, which rolled in from the sea and across the land, giving the region a generous sousing of rain. It had whipped up the waves quite nicely, and they crashed loudly against the rocks along the coastline. The noise was almost loud enough to drown the screams of the woman inside the palatial estate house that was firmly entrenched atop a. . .