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The White Dragon region has been left behind. His oaths and obligations there have been fulfilled. Now it is time to look ahead. What awaits our dauntless protagonist? A gray sky, one where the stars never shine, is overhead. A white sand made of ground bones is underfoot. That is the horror of the Demon Lands. But the dragon's heart in his chest will not give in, and it will keep beating steadily. He will not falter.

The soil beyond Wirskworth’s walls is blood-stained after Elliot’s last battle against Walter’s forces. Though the enemy was defeated once again, the war is far from over. Elliot’s army lies in ruins, and no allies remain in the kingdom. As Elliot searches for a way out with Aleron and Sophie in Elmor, devastating news arrives—a loved one has been murdered, and Walter’s power has reached unprecedented heights. The truth behind these events remains elusive, but one thing is clear—the end is fast approaching.

For Amanda, there's nothing like the peace and tranquility of flying among the clouds at 10,000 feet. The crowds and the politics of the city far behind. The packs of zombies and marauders far below. But the Necromancer has other ideas. Shot down on an emergency delivery, Amanda's mission and her life are both put in jeopardy. Threats surround her, and not just from the living dead. It's a race against her hunters, against time, against the wilds themselves......And something in the wilds is waking up!

I’m adjusting to my life as Oracle with new friends, a pet monster, and a smoking hot god at my side. Things are looking up and I’m learning the ropes. Mostly. The lights go out every time I access my oracular gift. Since the time of Pythia in Delphi, the Oracle’s worth and her life depended upon how she delivered the news to gods and kings. With Dione locked up, I can’t exactly ask her how to do it—not that I would trust her after what she did to my ancestors.

Some people get Green Eggs and Ham as a bedtime story, I got tales of gods and Titans, nymphs, demigods, and Oracles. My Greek grandparents not only told me stories. They were so proud of their culture and heritage, making sure I was fluent in both reading and writing the language. I thought I knew who I was, my heritage, my culture, my destiny. All of that changed when a Titan named Dione walked through the door of my divination shop. For so many years, I’d thought I’d been scamming people by reading their fortunes. Turns out I’m the real deal.