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'In a time ruled by jealousy and sorcery the affects have been catastrophic and far reaching expanding like a plaque across boundaries. With small pockets of sorcerers and wizards trying to hold back the eternal chaos raging throughout the lands. Amongst the fighting an old prophecy lies in waiting underneath, the time is coming again for the land has wept too long in its absence.

'Saranon and Pennie joined by a haunted past must part ways as the fight continues for ultimate power. No distant land or people are safe from the turmoil and with nowhere to hide the two friends are left having to make do with their sorcery.There is just one problem, one that Saranon forgot to mention to her friend.

'Will Saranon make it across the border in time? Will Pennie be able to help the struggle? All the while the angeon is rising…' (Publisher's blurb)

'Time is fast running out as Saranon tries to hide her secret before reaching Serenphel. The energy burning inside the sorceress yearns to be released and she must leave behind the safety offered to her in an awkward truce and the turmoil of her homeland. The sorcerers of the north have extended a small glimmer of hope and now she is in need of a miracle. Mitch has chosen to journey with her but the wizard is clearly out of his depth as they travel ever deeper into the stronghold of sorcery. Somehow Saranon must control the rising power from within to reach their destination. Even then there lies a silent uncertainty that both dread for no one has promised to train the sorceress. What will become of the angeon? Will Mitch make the journey in one piece? More importantly will Saranon ever be able to return home?' (Publisher's blurb)

'The night sky whirred to life as blasts of wizardry pummelled through the air. Saranon dare not look as the dragon swerved and they made it past the first barrier. She glanced down as a blast roared up through the dark sky. Before she could attack Mitch struck out at the blast. The impact knocked the dragon off balance. She lost her grip and fell, rolling as the dragon skidded along the dusty plain. Mitch asked, 'Are you hurt?' She glared at him as the wizards protecting the border circled in. Mark's voice rang out in the dark, 'Saranon!' Enter an epic tale of sword and sorcery. More than two hundred years ago a powerful sorceress freed her people then vanished. As time passed truth turned into myth and myth became legend. The time has come again. Saranon must claim her rightful place before Zyanthia falls.' (Publication Summary)

'Saranon made out the cloud gathering along the horizon. Clara glanced up and shouted, ‘Run!’

'Saranon stood mesmerised as the dragon riders hurtled towards them. She did not have time to run. The sorcery built up inside her as she steadied herself. She could see the riders as they glided in.

'A mighty rumble bellowed behind as her dragon roared. She saw the full burst of flames melt through the sky. The air singed the wisps of her hair as she gazed up in amazement and straight into the glare of the dragon. It spoke one word, ‘Coward.’

'Enter an epic tale of sword and sorcery. More than two hundred years ago a powerful sorceress freed her people then vanished. As time passed truth turned into myth, and myth became legend. The time has come again. Saranon must claim her rightful place before Zyanthia falls.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.