It began with a scream in the storm, shattering the world like thunder, yielding creatures born of nightmare and the firewind. Abominations appeared, thriving on despair, pain, and fear, monsters that had not existed since a time so long ago that history had drifted into legend.

Tahrl Morgan ap Morin was the leader of the Troglodyte Defense. He had been born of the Kianan and raised by the Montmorin. Protector of the Kianan, Montmorin and Dryn, he was the one who now found himself facing the nightmare storm. The one who must stop monsters that had not walked the earth since time out of mind.

A scream had fractured the world like a splinter of chaos thrust into the mind. The song had been broken, and the world had to be made new once more.

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Genre . . .
High Fantasy
Epic Fantasy

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Themes . . .
The Emotional Weight of Grief and Memory
The Nature of Power
Unity vs. Division

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Setting . . .
The Magic Flute takes place in a richly detailed fantasy world with a deep, mythic history dominated by the legacy of primordial, all-powerful beings.

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Story . . .
When an ancient evil, born from the folly of the forgotten world reawakens, the duty-bound commander, Tahrl Morgan, and the fierce wizard, Armada Morningsglory, must navigate shared grief and fragmented memories to save their world. As old alliances fray and monstrous creatures emerge from nightmare, they discover the greatest threat may be the very legends they’ve always believed, forcing them to question the nature of darkness, light, and the history that binds them all.

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Tease . . .
Armada looked to a cavern troll plowing into the line of Dryn with great sweeps of its hands, and she took a step toward it when a shard of darkness pulled at her, turning, stumbling to look to the barricade. The wall was ribboned with a spider’s web of cracks and a great gaping maw was ripped out of the barricade by long tendrils of darkness like thin branches pulling at the wood. A stain in the flickering light stood among the fragments of the fence with fingers twisting like branches in the wind and dripping with leaves. Her voice was pulled soundlessly from her throat in a hot rush as if she were being strangled as she watched troglodytes swarm around the thing towering over them that was an absence of light.