Age of Legend

With Age of Myth, Age of Swords, and Age of War, fantasy master Michael J. Sullivan riveted readers with a tale of unlikely heroes locked in a desperate battle to save mankind from extinction. Now comes the pivotal point. After years of warfare, humanity has gained the upper hand and pushed the Fhrey to the edge of their homeland, but no farther. Desperate to find a way to break the stalemate, the answer lies in the half-forgotten words of an ancient song.

Far beyond the woodland hills, beyond mountains vile,
Hidden in a mist-soaked swamp, upon an awful isle.
She haunts the lapping blackened pools, and creeping ivy ways
And there awaits with hair of black and eyes of dismal gray.

She waits they say for time to end, and for her life to be through,
Until that time she waits for me, and also waits for you.
Within a hut beside a pool the Tetlin Witch does dwell,
And watches at the fetid pond, the door that leads to Rel.

Not all legends are of heroes, and not all myths are invented. And sometimes, when you’re desperate enough you’ll believe in the inconceivable and even seek it out.