Endowed with a magical ability not seen since the ancient Rendor Empire, life for K’Las just turned dangerous—and he’s not even born yet.
His parents hide him in plain sight for several years until they learn of a plot to seize an heirloom and enslave the powerful magical voices that blend with the family treasure. The family manages to escape the clutches of cold-blooded zealots from the Grand Peer that chases them to one of Rendor’s mysterious great henges.
A wild and shrewd wizard who hides within the henge, learns of the family’s secret treasure and vanquishes one of the zealots, but not out of altruism. He too is covetous of the powerful treasure the family holds dear.
Trapped between a ruthless killer and a crazed wizard, K’Las must quickly learn to control his nascent skills to help his parents best their foes. If he can’t, it won’t matter which of their foes wins—his family will surely die. Even if he does succeed, the hostile and unstable world order will not permit such unrestrained magic.
Excerpt describing realms/landscape:
A’wyn viewed the great henge with awe. Except for the mountains and forest, it was exactly like the Great Heart Henge near Kanarrah. She put her mission aside for the moment just to enjoy the mythical grandeur of the place.
She didn’t have to measure or explore the ruins. The historians had measured and explored all the great henges time and time again, though she would be hard pressed to call this one ruined. Each of the towering black stones was smooth, elegant and covered with delicate, elaborate, cryptic designs. On knolls at each compass point, north, east, west and south, stood twelve enigmatic megaliths. The great henge spanned a full mile with another circle of twelve megaliths at the center. Within the center henge lay a large, smooth stone like an upside down stone platter.
She liked the serenity of the place. The high mountains, cool forest and the sway of tall grasses in the cool morning breeze eased her mind. However, the place also seemed at odds with itself. The stones stood quiet and peaceful yet, brooding, mysterious and patient, waiting for something to happen.
Neils Knudsen enjoys the quiet life with his wife among the scenic beauty of the Rocky Mountains. He and his wife, who doubles as his muse, are retired and maintain a relatively low profile. The only pets he lives with are his peeves, which his wife enjoys abusing. It is a mutual love affair. They laugh a lot.
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