In this world, there are three empires at the brink of war-with one another, and within themselves. Legend goes that Galian Berethnet, wielding the mythical sword Ascalon, succeeded in drawing borders around the Nameless One’s power and consigning him to the Abyss, but whatever he did is melting away and the fire-breathing dragon will surge back with a vengeance, doling death in his wake. Without surrendering any spoilers, the story goes like this:Īfter a millennium of peace, rumors of the Nameless One’s return-gliding vulture-like in the skies above-had finally descended and sunk in their claws for good. This, I've come to realize, is the hallmark of a great book.
The same experience of waking up just as the last vestiges of some delightful nocturnal adventure are disappearing.
I barely felt time passing, and when I finished reading, I had the strange experience of looking up from the pages, feeling dreamy and obscure and so keenly aware of the world around me, almost to an abject degree. I feel like a thread of my heart had snagged in The Priory of The Orange Tree and is still trying to tug me back in.
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