Bücher von Bruce Chatfield

All seems lost for the Elbrand and the people of the Regions. Tolth is a captive in Menden Maradass. Zard, the black knight, has returned, and with an army of stone-soldiers, has crushed the Elbrand in their forest hideaway. Corrupt Governor Demsharl controls the south from his castle in the City Amitarl. The north, meanwhile, is firmly in the grip of the Evil One who is dangerously close to unifying the Seacrest. Yet, bleak as things appear, there are chinks of hope. Flindas, Tris, and Leana arrive back in the Regions carrying their fragment of the Seacrest, and Kerran has begun to master the ancient secrets of the Wizards Way.

Flindas, Tris and Leana, carrying their fragment of the Seacrest are trapped behind enemy lines in inhospitable terrain. Maradass sends armies of horsemen, savage dogs and stone-men against the Regions. Meanwhile the green-and-brown clad Elbrand armies of the Iles of Zeta prepare to sail to their defence. Yet in the gathering epic clash, it is perhaps the secrets of the deep past, and the visions seen by Kerran, the young hero, on which the fate of the lands may lie.¿"They are all around you," said the Wizard mysteriously, raising his hands and waving them towards the room. "They arrived here at a different time and so they remain locked into that time. The tower seems but an empty vessel to the ones who have not looked deeply into the shadows."

Maradass the Mad is dead. Maradass the Evil takes his place. Black dogs, hunt the land, corrupted stone-men march under the banner of the dog skull, and a poison spreads from the Broken Lands, threatening the Regions. Can Kerran, a youth from the Dreadim Forest, Findas, an outcast son of a nobleman, and, Tris, a girl and a thief who has learned to live by her wits, unlock the secrets of the Seacrest and save the Regions?" Soon the others could smell it too, a musty canine smell; then they heard the sound of padded feet, coming at a fast run. The moon was high and bright and the road stood out against the darkness. A black mass of moving bodies appeared where the road began its ascent. The large dogs, perhaps ten or twelve of them, became distinguishable from each other, their blue flamed eyes flickering as they ran. Behind them rode two men on horseback. They were armoured and cloaked in black, the white skull of a dog showing as the emblem on their tunics."