Book Description

WATER dripped from the next cell over, and faint screams echoed off the walls of the dungeon corridor. Rats squeaked and scurried outside the cell door but were too plump to fit through the gap between the cold, stone floor and iron band holding together the rotten, wooden planks of the door. Weak torch light from the hall filtered into the room from the iron grate at the top of the door, but it failed to illuminate the straw littering the chipped and pitted stone floor. Being musty and dank, it did little to alleviate the cold for the one who huddled upon it. Sitting in the corner on the thickest pile of worn-out straw, Salina shivered, arms wrapped around her drawn-up knees. Unable to see the sun in this underground pit of terror, agony, and unimaginable misery, she wasn't sure how long she'd been here. Nine months? Ten? Had a year passed already since being knocked-out and bound, then dragged here? . . . Everyone else who'd arrived at the same time had long since been released from their pain and misery, for Death had come for them. But not her. Because of her cursed healing ability, Death never even looked her way. . . . . . If this kept up, if no one came for her and Death continued avoiding her, she could only imagine what her future held. . . Lifting her head to glance at the faint light seeping into the cell, she murmured, "Death, be a dark knight and save me. Please." In a land rife with strife and overrun with evil, the Fates are hard-pressed to find someone with enough strength, courage, and mental fortitude to champion their cause. Someone who possessed not only a will of iron to stand up for what is right, no matter who might oppose him, but also the compassion and mercy needed to make a difference in the lives of the common people. So when a half-breed dragon mage appears with the ability to sense evil, they know they've found their man. But in a land torn apart by war and attacked by vicious creatures of the Underdark, can Callidor Blackfury, with his inhuman looks, tainted blood, and hellsteed mount, convince anyone to let him help? And if so, can one man alone, even with the magic powers bestowed by his mixed-heritage and dual nature, be enough to combat the forces of evil? Not only on the battlefield, but on the home front as well? It won't be easy. He is going to need help. A select few, an elite group that has the strength, skill, and resolve to do whatever it takes to wipe out darkness in all its vile forms, to protect those who cannot protect themselves, and to save those who sit in hopeless darkness, with pain and misery their only companions. Yes, with the right men and plenty of resources, the forces of evil just met their match.