Though many years have passed since Einar’s painful losses and King Thurban the Great’s murder, the knight finds a way to avenge his honorable liege—but he cannot do it alone. To return Vindemiatrix to the rightful heir and restore the holdings to their former glory, he needs magic—the most powerful magic he can find.
With the help of a powerful witch, a dragon, an army of centaurs, and beautiful Ascella, Einar is determined to find a way to make things right once more in the land he loved. But he’s never fought an enemy so prepared to hold Vindemiatrix in its powerful grip—and this is a battle to the death. Can he risk losing everything he holds dear a second time?
EXCERPT
Thurban laid his bloody hand
upon Einherjar’s shoulder, and glancing about at his ruined castle, and the
burnt lands surrounding it, he exhaled slowly, and lamented, “The end of my
reign is in sight, the end of Vindemiatrix.” The king beckoned to his generals,
and with their aid, withdrew to the throne room to make final preparations.
Sir Einherjar remained on the
last wall of the castle’s inner defenses. The hated enemy threw themselves upon
them yet again.
“Look hither!” a voice shouted.
Einherjar saw the man, among the many atop the wall, pointing to the north.
Turning, he beheld a sight more terrible than an enraged dragon. The keep was
ablaze, its windows belched black smoke.
“The women and children!”
someone screamed.
Murfrid, standing near, turned
to Einherjar, “I’m sorry for you, Sir Knight, I truly am.”
Einherjar stood transfixed, his
mind wrapped in pain, disbelieving his own eyes. His breath, and his heart
frozen―
