Bøger af Catrina Prager

"Life does not move you forward to move you back."- Traveler ProverbLife, however, offers no guarantees of moving you whichever way you may want it to. As the end of the Amagiraean conflict draws near, and hinging on its heels - possibly - the collapse of the known world, our characters struggle to hold true north against the treacherous tide. Amagiraea crowns a new king, yet even as the festivities are in full swing, a challenger sails from across the water. Flanked by an old royal vulture on either side. Across the world, an old man wanders alone, through pitch-dark caves, crying out for sleeping gods. Woe upon the First World, should they deign to answer him.Skydiver, the third and final offering in the Warhound Series, is a book of grief, but also of new beginnings. As the survivors of the last book gather round the dregs of their dying fire, a crackle and a lick o' flame announces his coming. The ender of worlds, once nestled in a sweet realm of cosmic possibility, draws near.His bow raised, he ushers in the final reckoning of the First World, and draws the line between what may be, and what must.

A liar. A lover. A cheat. A man lost to his inner demons. An innocent girl. The Devil himself. A ghost. A mother.Some of the people you will meet along the way belong in darkness, a few of them in light. Much like in life.But regardless of where they belong, they all deserve to have their stories told.This is not a traditional anthology, in the sense that it is not a collection of stories by multiple authors. But I believe that with many of these stories, the characters are telling their own tales, so in a way, this is an anthology. An anthology of lives. Who knows? You might even encounter a friend or two.

Though individual loyalties have rearranged and shifted, the battle for Amagiraea rages on.There is tell of raids across the Amagiraean coast; an army waxes and wanes to the south, while the capital's defenders sleep under a tempestuous kylight. Long-limbed, and strange-bodied, Seadwellers roam the plains, serving their own masters, to bring home a great sacrifice.Across the Long Sea, a wizened, old woman and a young girl pass their days together in bitterness and confinement, their fates impossibly entwined.One man faces the waters with a foreign face, another, the ardent heat. his weary face much the same, but donning a new robe.Of our initial cast of eight, none goes forth in their original place. Adelras of Amagiraea, a brave prince, but green and unripe, must navigate new alliances with Amagiraea's once-masters. Will the young prince stand his ground, or walking in the footsteps of his ancestors, kneel?

Hearthender tells the story of a demented Oracle, who preaches the destruction of Amagiraea at any cost. Of men desperate to protect their homes, as war slowly engulfs the entirety of the known world. Of women who, bereft of worthy idols, become gods to their own people. It is a story of war, quest, and political intrigue.A hundred years ago, the Veshini Isles started sinking into the Long Sea, forcing their denizens to find new homes, and with them, a new identity.Fast-forward four generations, the island-dwellers are no longer Veshini. They are no longer refugees. For a time, they were vassals of the ruling Mongolath, but the Lily Rebellion changed all that. Today, now, they are Amagiraeans. Their own people, with their own legends....and they are at war. Except this is unlike any war they've heard tell of. Protection by bow and blade is one thing, but Prince Adelras must protect his folk from the minds of their fellow men, and the Oracle's rotten zealots.Far from this, in the nook of the mountain, at Arrowsfate, there are whispers of witchcraft.Except Abiny is no witch. She just wants to find out what resides at the bottom of Mourner's Lake. She drowns, in her dreams, and each time, feels her sanity slip. Only her baby's cries manage to pull her back. But can she solve her dream riddle before the shadows of the mountain path catch up with her?She's started hearing a voice, telling her she is destined for more than this. That there is something, a sleeper self inside her, that needs awakening. Except not everyone's destiny in life is to be the hero of their tale -- will Abiny throw in her lot with the war-mongers, or the Amagiraeans?