A Land in Shadow by Daniel Whitman (Flames of Shadow #1)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 618 Kb
A Land in Shadow: Darkness engulfs a ravaged land. Dreadful legions of undead devour any remnant of life. Ashyla, a crazed Goddess gone mad with vengeance, will stop at nothing to regain her stolen freedom.
Trapped with a ravenous Shadow that she can no longer control, and a fiery nemesis destined to strike her down, she must balance the strings of a crumbling realm, else forever lose her glimpse of freedom. But there is still hope.
A group of companions, with no memories of their former selves, is thrust into a barren world of decay. Tasked with reuniting with the Flame, and defeating the vile Shadow, they must journey through the dark wilderness consumed by death and destruction. It is a battle for survival.
In a land full of traitors and lies, will the companions escape the iron clutches of darkness, or will they fall victim to Ashyla’s webs of deception?
“Ashyla laughed tauntingly and stepped back from the desk with her hands raised in the air. “My dear Mariah, I know what you saw,” she said, her voice growing softer. “I know more than anyone, perhaps even you. Except …”
Mariah studied Ashyla, a wary look in her gaze. “What do you mean?” she asked.
Ashyla only smiled. “It matters not,” she teased, her eyes sparkling. “Now, as for the Beacon, it is quite simple, really, as to why I let him live. I’d like to think of myself as … generous. I can’t just sit idly by and watch innocent people die.”
Mariah settled back, doubtful. “Generous. Is that so?” she said while shaking her head, a hard edge cutting into her words.
“And innocent people! Do you know how many precious innocents were slaughtered because of you?” Mariah exploded, a furious flame in her gaze. “Countless! Don’t pity me with your generosity.”
“Slaughtered?” Ashyla laughed and ran her flowing braid through her hand. “No, not slaughtered. More so … repurposed.”
Mariah glared, and she opened her mouth, but Ashyla cut her off with an icy gaze.
“And as for my generosity,” Ashyla continued. “You’re still alive, are you not?” Ashyla laughed and reached up to stroke the side of Mariah’s face. “My dear Mariah, I could never kill you.”