Shrouded within the subterranean realm of the Underdark, Falanhor Daelass finds that nothing is easy. Not magic, not fighting, not love... not even keeping his head upon his shoulders. Being a lower class man in a matriarchal theocracy, this might be expected, but it is made infinitely more difficult when he begins to understand just how corrupt his nation is and how much what he loves means to him. Furthermore? He's /knows/ he's destined for something more. He just knows. Note: This is a collection of short stories set anywhere from a couple months to a couple years after each other, so it won't read like a normal book. Warning: Contains violence and graphic descriptions Cover background obtained through Google Images. If this is your image and you would like me to remove it, please let me know.
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