Grayden was a warmage. So far he’d managed to survive to the ripe old age of forty-six—and become a man of some repute in one of Anteas’ greatest armies. He’d also been bought and sold in more ways than he could count.
He might have been just another ward of the state turned military slave; but regardless of the curves life had thrown at him, he’d never accepted his fate. He believed in the magic that coursed through his veins. He had confidence that blood, sweat, and sacrifice would change the future. Yet despite all that had been given in the name of peace and freedom, his amnesic planet seemed doomed to repeat a past it couldn't recall.
That was, until Tylen.
Twenty years ago, if anyone had told Grayden that he would find himself as High Archmage of Skyeford, married to a king, raising a family, or shepherding underage vegetarian dragons, he would have told them they were crazier than him. But now hope is blossoming on the horizon; and while the times seem darker than ever before, change is coming to Anteas.