Never stop singing.
Life was never sweet for Simon. He lived in suburban New York, dodging high school bullies and strumming his guitar. Things were about to get much worse.
Simon is drawn into the land of Algavar, where High Priestess Teretha has imprisoned their god in amber. He falls into a holy war led by Ilyana, a renegade priestess who claims to be the Messiah. Simon agrees to accompany Ilyana on a quest to kill Teretha, and he sinks hip deep into the violence and despair that permeate Algavar.
Will Simon become the hero Ilyana believes he is, or will he lose his soul in a bloody world so different from his own?
Liam was crying. Simon crawled over to him and saw that the boy’s arm was broken.
“Come on, buddy, we gotta keep moving,” Simon said. “It’s only a half mile or so. Let’s go.”
Liam found his way to his feet through the sobs. Ommar cut the horses free, and they ran screaming into the woods.
“Damn, I was hoping we could ride those. Simon, you run ahead as fast as you can. I’ll catch up with Liam.”
Simon nodded, and took off down the dirt road. His side ached from his wound. He had never seen so much blood, so many bodies butchered, and the smell--sickly sweet, coppery and everywhere.
About a quarter mile from the cave, a sentry stopped Simon. Before the sentry—a newly-bearded youth named Shain—could question Simon, the young man from Westchester (just North of the City) threw himself onto the surprised sentry.
“The farm’s attacked…everyone’s dead…Ratlings…they ate them!”
Shain’s face turned to chalk at the news. He slowly, with jittering fingers, pulled the horn from his belt and blew three staccato notes. He was quickly answered by three notes from the cavern’s opening.
“Can you keep running?” Shain asked.
From far in the woods, a deep note rumbled from what must have been a huge horn. Simon and Shain looked at each other and ran for the safety of the caverns.
The Order of the Burning Spear had come.