In the thrilling sequel to the inaugural fantasy epic, The Age of Ash; The Tower of Armaethia transports us back to a segregated kingdom enthralled by mysterious gods and the immortal precepts of the faith who worship them.
With the disappearance of the gods’ only child and high protector of the realm, the kingdom’s borders lay exposed to the evils of the outside world. And the signs are clear. A moon of blood and fire paints the sky, crying hark to their end. But thanks to the warning of Piper Kausting, the kingdom knows exactly what form their headsmen will take; a dark army of united elven tribes who are already on the warpath. Her message delivered, all Piper can do is wait behind the high walls of Dragonhold; wait and pray those high walls are high enough; wait and pray her father, prisoner to the approaching army, will find release.
As war looms in the west, far to the east, hope is reborn. Daniel, having discovered the blood of the gods flows through his veins, sails towards his destiny. Kept company by his warden, Amond, and new companion, Kyya, they embark on a perilous quest to reach the mythic Tower of Armaethia where the fabled Sword of the Perithia rests, and with it, take up arms against the enemy that threatens their world. But the journey won’t be easy. The treacherous mountains of the north and the land of the giants stand between them and their goal.
As the final pieces fall into place and the stage is set, so dawns the last war of the Fourth Age. Without a hand to master it, the Sword of the Perithia will forever lay dormant, and the holy realm of Antesia, wiped from the pages of history.
About The Author
Late in the winter of 1989, Edward Sergoyan—snowshoeing in the Cascade Mountains of Western Washington—discovered a young boy wandering alone in the woods. Clothed in makeshift furs and skins, caked in mud, with long hair and nails, the boy was unable to communicate via any fashion other than grunts and wild gestures. Edward rushed the boy to the hospital where medical professionals and local law enforcement spent weeks analyzing his state and trying to match him with missing persons cases to no avail. Though unable to determine his precise age or how long he’d been alone in the wilderness, most subscribed to the belief that the boy had been on his own for most, if not all of his young life. How he had survived the rugged mountains of the Pacific Northwest has remained a mystery to this day.
Edward and Lynda Sergoyan later adopted the boy and named him Andrenik. Through much care and extensive therapy, Andrenik learned to read and write and strived to acclimate with modern society. Still, the road to normality was long and winding, but through his writing he found the means to release the demons which continued to haunt him, revenants left behind by the wilderness he once called home and the assuredly horrific things he experienced as a young boy.
Today, Andrenik lives in the small, quiet town of Snohomish Washington, in the foothills of the very mountains he once roamed and hunted in as a young, feral boy.
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