Odd as it may seem, Vahldan’s dark days started before the day he took his father’s life. For him the darkness fell on the day his father called him an unworthy heir to his Amalus clan legacy. Most would say Vahldan had offered Angavar an honorable death by stabbing him before the assassins’ poison took him. But for Vahldan it had only ended his chance to prove himself worthy. Not of the kingship that Angavar aspired to—after all, that was what had gotten them banished. But worthy of striving for the sort of balance required by the futhark—the Gottari ruling clans’ shared oath.

Restoring the honor of Angavar the Outcast will require much more than granting him a warrior’s end. Vahldan knows his days will only grow darker in the pursuit. But he didn’t foresee the flight through the wilderness to protect his family, hunted by savage assassins, chased to the very stronghold of the corrupt leadership that saw to his family’s downfall.

He can only thank the gods for the light of good fortune that shone upon him—light in the form of his Skolani guardian, Elan. Without her, he’d have never survived that first day—the day after he pierced his father’s heart. Through Elan, he comes to see not only the kind of leadership his people need, but that—with her at his side—he can provide it.



His destiny is foregone. It has been foretold. Thaedan of the Wulthus is to play a role in the coming of the Urrinan. And the coming of war is certain as well. His mother has foreseen the coming invasion of the imperials. His will be troubled times.

All Ainsela wants is to live up to her legacy, to become a warrior worthy of being the blood of mighty Icannes. She finally gets her blade, but her first assignation to duty is not to ride with a battle host or to scout the border passes, as she’d hoped. No, she is saddled with the guardianship of a scion of the Gottari—some whelp supposedly destined to greatness, yet to be tested. It’s a duty she disdains, but one she is told she was born to.

Thaedan’s is the blood of both ruling clans—lion and wolf. Half of Dania thinks him doomed to his father’s fate, the other half expects him to follow his maternal grandfather as the bearer of the futhark sword. No one has bothered to ask him what he wants, what choices he would make. His only real supporter is his mother, but to her his path is already set. When he speaks, few are moved to listen. Until Ainsela.

Entwined by a fate foreseen by others, before either was even born, only through one another can Ainsela and Thaedan break free from the bonds of their blood to embrace their own destinies.


Not since Vahldan the Bold rode to war, sacking Thrakius and conquering nearly all of Pontea, have two such disparate visions for the future been laid before the councils of the Gottari. And just as it was then, they are divided beyond compromise, destined to be sundered, wolf from lion.

Sent at a young age to the academy in Medicia, Armesus, second son of Vahldan the Bold, is finally going back to Pontea—riding at the fore of an imperial army, under orders to put down his own people. Armesus has sworn an oath to the Tiberian emperor. Now he must face not only his cousin Rohdric on the field, but his legacy as the rightful bearer of a futhark sword.

Thaedan and Ainsela have each chosen the path of flight from imperial entanglement, even if they’ve yet to confront their veiled reasons for doing so together. But they soon realize that each choice comes with its own consequences. Challenges and trials confront their every step forth from Dania. Even in flight they must face their destinies, as well as the longings of their hearts.

With the realm of Oium secured, and the stronghold of Mikilsagard complete, the simple life the Gottari migrated and fought for finally seems at hand. But all too soon the whispers of war return, from both east and west. Rumors of an evil reborn drift across the plains. Even as the new settlers ready themselves for yet another great battle to maintain their foothold in Oium, tidings of war from the Danian homeland arrive, dividing loyalties and tearing at recently woven fabric of the new community. It seems those who fled east cannot escape the past that originally sundered the tribe. 

Those who bent the knee to the empire, becoming Gottari federati, are sent to Gallia in the hopes of preventing a war, but they may have been duped into ensuring its eruption. Two orphaned Teutonic children, captured in the Gallian conflict, are sold in a Medician slave market, changing the lives of everyone they encounter.

Against a backdrop of war sweeping across the empire, be it by circumstance or fate, all of them are drawn back to where it all began. Whether by destiny or choice, the futhark’s augur will hold sway in the looming battle for the soul of Dania. The very survival of the Gottari, the Skolani, even the empire itself are at stake.