ALL THAT WAS DEAD WILL RISE... ALL THAT NOW LIVES WILL FALL...
Between the desert plains of Karesia and the icy wastes of Ranen, there once lay the kingdom of Ro. Its men and women worshipped the One and he was much pleased with them. His armies were strong. His lands were fertile. And his people prospered and grew... complacent. And their enemies saw they were unwatchful. And the armies of the south fell upon the land like rain. And their sorcerers remade the kingdom in fire and blood in readiness for the rise of a new god; a nation of slaves awaiting sacrifice.
Such a fate it was that befell Haran, bounded by sea and stone, the mightiest stronghold of the west. Now, Alexander Tiris, the Red Prince, can only brood upon the downfall of his people, cut off from his own city by the mercenary army of the Seven Sisters. Until the arrival of the one man who can wield the sisters' power against them...
