Waves in the Wind
by Wade McMahan
It is an age when kings and gods rule Ireland. The sun, but a pale orb, labors across somber skies; the moon and stars, distant memories. Ash falls upon the land like fine gray snow, while crops wither in the fields and famine creeps into every home.
It is an age of endless wars and chaos. Kings, great and small, fight among themselves for land, wealth and power.