That’s my tendency in everything, and I have to be careful not to do it even with Eithalica—my safe place where details are king. Even here, there’s a big picture to see.
On Eithalica, time sleeps beneath a sky of tree-leaves, and men of strange tongue walk with Yalengem, a race of luminescent sages.
Neither squire Lorkan nor his Yalengem friend, Niavai, know how to restore peace to their war-torn kingdom, or calm the ailed groaning of the forest. But Niavai is sure the long lost Chetnum Empire knew—by warding off the spirits lurking in the shadows.
When the spirits rise to snare Eithalica in living nightmares, Lorkan resolves to follow Niavai and recover the ancient knowledge. But their search becomes a pathless suffering in enemy lands on a distant moon; a titanic strain on Lorkan’s will, and on his faith in Yalengem.