Haemon, third in the cycle and eleventh son of the table under Dhalmyn’s seat, which was neither a seat nor a place nor a person nor anything in between (it was merely a room), was unbelievably bored. He sat off to the side, stewing in his own impatience as he waited for someone to do something different. The four other children of Dhalmyn that occupied the room with him were all watching the table idly, not giving much thought to the happenings of the people below. “I find

A young Wrudin man is thrust into the first large scale battle Ahomith has ever faced.