James Dwyer

Moi'dan the Masked once ruled half the world, in a time when the gods had been slain and all magic banished with them. When the heavens were breached to create a new age of gods, Moi'dan was betrayed and destroyed, but did not die. His life was fractured into nine lesser lives, and his masks of power lost. Amadis has always been more than a Powerborn and less than a god. He is the fractured memory of Moi'dan, and he will do anything to return to that power. But whenever a tyrant seeks to build his empire on the deaths of innocents, there will be those that rise to stop him: Kris, a man who has survived things that no fleshborn should, overcomes the weakness of flesh through the strength of his will. He uses that will to keep from slaying every man, woman, and child that he meets, but he will gladly unleash all darkness that dwells within him to kill Amadis.Thisian, who wants nothing to bloody do with Amadis, or Kris, or any other lunatic that might want to kill him, but he will fight when he must. He is Powerborn, a Fureath'i Flameborn with the blood of gods running through his veins, and he uses this might to travel with thieves, to hunt for gold, and to bed as many women as he possibly can.And Phira, the first female blaze commander of thousands, the slayer of gods, the wielder of the Jaguar blade, the woman who killed the Iceborn Aerath and who has now set her sights firmly on ridding the world of Amadis. If any think to get in her way... may they all die screaming

They say to hold a Memory Blade is to live forever, both as a life trapped within the blade itself and as a Memory Lord to rule over one of the Five Cities - each one an immortal part of our nation's history.I say to hold a Memory Blade is to become an utter bastard, with the minds and memories of three dozen pricks inside your head, all encouraging you to do depraved and despicable things. It sounds like immense fun, sure, but could you really sell your own self-worth for a lifetime of endless pleasures? Probably best not to answer that.Well regardless of my feelings on the matter, in less than twenty-four hours I am due to become the new Lord Warrior, the thirtieth lucky Thurat heir to receive the Warrior's Heart, the Memory Blade which grants its wielder unrivalled martial ability and twenty-nine bastards inside my head, including my own recently departed demon of a father. With the four other ruling Memory Lords coming to my city to witness the event, all I have to do is survive them all trying to politely kill me and pilfer my family's Memory Blade. Nothing too difficult, I'm sure, especially not with dear Dusty helping me.'Dusty''Yes, sir''You'll make certain that no-one kills me before tomorrow, won't you''I won't indeed, sir, yes.''Ah ... right, well, let's not dally any longer. Best to get this day over with and see who's still alive by this time tomorrow '

With their dying breath, the Prae'surlas would breathe glory to their god. But their god has been slain, their usurper defeated, and their homes burned by a demon's flame. Godless and lost, the Prae'surlas are a broken people, about to be invaded by the Fureath'i hordes with the sole desire to burn every last Prae'surlas to cinder and ash. Frind'aal, once the Champion Above, was greatest among the Iceborn, living centuries without defeat. But exiled from Surlas, falling so Low causing the loss of his mind and the ruin of his soul, but not his power. In his nation's greatest need, Frind'aal must awake and lift his spear once more to prevent the annihilation of his people. Griffil and Krife are in Mordengrav, far from the war, in the capital city of the great Mordec Empire. But death and destruction follow these two thieves wherever they travel, having already brought ruin to Amidon City and the Thorann Web, and while it might appear that Krife and Griffil are only interested in hunting treasure and spending it on whores, there are powers in the Mordec Empire who know better than to allow these two to wander free. And Lord Thisian Flameborn, within the Amalgamation of Sorcerers, Thisian feels he has become trapped in the tower, tricked into his situation by an underhanded spell by a sexy witch, Zavi. Torn between learning new magical powers (which he's already bloody got) and helping Zavi breach a new world of power (which he wants nothing the rut to do with), Thisian laments his old life as a Fureath'i, and considers helping with the war against Surlas. After all, he is possibly the most handsome and powerful Flameborn that's ever existed But someone else will just have to fight that flaming war. Maybe Frehep will do it, he never bloody does anything else. The sun god sees you, Surlas, and he sees you burning in a war of flames.