To battle the creatures of darkness, one must first leave the light behind. Aaron and his companions return from Baresh with the truth of what the alliance faces, yet such knowledge is little comfort. Throughout the city, men and women whisper of demons, of monsters. But though they might disagree on the nature of Kevlane’s twisted creations, there is one thing they have in common. Fear. For the creatures they face are not men—not any longer. They are death given form and function. They are, it seems in the darkest hours—and there are many such now—Telrear’s doom. Crippled by indecision, the alliance leaders argue; they bicker, they argue, and they hesitate. A hesitation which, Aaron could tell them—if only they would listen—will kill them swifter than any blade or bow. For shadows move in the night. Shadows which feel no pain or mercy, that have long since forgotten the meaning of compassion. But there are other threats in the darkness, other mysteries, and in poorly-lit taverns, men and women huddle together and whisper. If one listens closely enough, he will hear a name, one spoken in hushed, fearful tones. He will hear Akalians. Little is known about the followers of the Shadow God, only that where the Akalians walk, death follows. Meanwhile, Kevlane bends his dark desire to creating even more terrible horrors, confident of victory. Yet there is one thing he has not accounted for, one which the coming days and weeks will teach him—the strength of a sellsword’s will.

I am fire and all I touch turns to ash. Despite the odds, Cutter and his companions managed to bring Matt to the capital where he was crowned king. But instead of getting better, things have only gotten worse. The Known Lands and its people stand at a precipice. One false move, one mistake, and they will all fall into the abyss. Cutter wants only to protect his people, to right his many wrongs. But a warrior’s hands are made for killing, not healing, and fingers drenched with blood can only ruin anything they touch. Such is the warrior’s truth. Such is the warrior’s curse. A Warrior's Curse is the third entry in the bestselling epic fantasy series, Saga of the Known Lands. A grimdark adventure into a world of magical creatures and deadly threats. A legendary warrior prince, an aged assassin, a world-weary mage, and a reformed criminal stand against the armies of the Fey. But against such threats as they face, will even their significant power be enough? Come and find out now!

The Light Fades. The Darkness Comes. Alesh and his companions managed to survive Aldrick’s betrayal, defeating the nightlings and driving them back out of the city, but their troubles are just beginning. For there are other traitors in their midst, hiding in the shadows, and while they should be preparing for the approaching enemy army, Alesh and the others are forced to scour the city in search of them. Meanwhile, Sonya and the Broken flee the enemy encampment, hounded by Argush’s soldiers. But Sonya is just a child, the Broken is wounded, and their hunters are closing in. Yet, the soldiers are not their biggest worry, for night is coming and, with it, creatures of darkness, hungry for blood. As the number of prisoners in the city increases, threatening to overflow the dungeons, Alesh, as its leader, will be forced to make hard decisions. Decisions which will weaken his faith not just in the gods, but in himself. And to make matters worse, as the army gathers outside the city, Alesh will discover that his powers have abandoned him when he needs them most. Valeria, the last light which stands against the coming night, falters. Darkness stretches its talons toward the city and its people, toward Alesh and the other Chosen. Should they fall, the world will fall with them. The final battle for Valeria, for the world has begun.