Before the Earth is whole again, before the mist refills the seas, before the mountains once more find their homes, from there, Profet Giles Brunswick tells the true story of long ago. Giles is the Missing Profet, a man full of riddles and shrowded in mystery. Both his enemies and friends, want him dead, except for one; the orphan boy he raised, whose parents he betrayed to death.
The orphan named Ereth, estimates himself to be roughly thirteen years of age. He is the lowly of the low-class and slave to a kingdom. One day he learns that his only friend, a peculiar old man named Gilley, happens to be the very man everyone he meets is trying to find... and trying to kill.
Strange events begin to surround him as he, unbeknownst to himself, is mysteriously accepted into the Royal Academy, to which is illegal for him to enter, punishable by death. With a little bit of luck and aid from strange places he finds himself thrust into the endeavors of kingdoms, secret societies, spies, assassins... and a beautiful girl with a dangerous promise.
Ereth must balance hiding his own secrets while uncovering theirs. In this tenuous balancing act he finds secrets that are dangerous to ignore, and more dangerous not to. He faces difficult choices: to betray his friends in order to protect them, to work with his enemies in order to defeat them, to deceive with truth and with lies illuminate understanding.
Ereth unravels the mysterious history between Giles and all those who wish him dead. Ereth must reconcile the Gilley he knew and the Giles he is finding out about. He must decide on which side to stand of a line that is ever shifting and changing. The wrong choice could not only lose him everything... but everyone else as well.
As for Giles, well, he is a Profet, and if a Profet wishes to write the story of his death, he must write it before he dies. He only asks that you keep your judgement of those he considers friends, fair, as for himself be as harsh and unforgiving as a snow troll in the desert, or the dessert really- awful tasting that.
If you want a book that will bore you to death, this isn't the book for you. You won't die of boredom. In fact, if you die reading this book it will, almost certainly, not be because of the book at all... unless you're so hooked that you read it while driving or flying a plane or cycling. So, I suppose, if you die reading this book, it would be because you were entertained.
Nonetheless, I hope you survive reading this book, because... well, there is still Volume II left to read.