Set in the ash-strewn remnants of Eryndor-a land where thrones decay and forgotten gods slumber beneath the mountains-the story follows Caldus Varn, a fallen knight bound to a blade that drinks memory and haunted by betrayals he can no longer forget. Varn is no hero. He's unsure he remains a man at all. But when Elowen, a child marked by prophecy, is discovered amidst the crumbling ruins of a dying city, fate begins to stir once more-whispering of war, of broken oaths, and of a crown that was never meant to shine.
From haunted wastelands to mountains that breathe, from sorrow-built cities to realms composed of silence and truth, this is a relentless pilgrimage through worlds where even the air remembers. Each page blurs the boundary between prose and poetry-language hewn from the bones of forgotten songs, where time fractures, memory becomes blade, and reality yields to myth.
In Ashes of The Hallow Crowns, imagination is not a vessel-it is the landscape itself. This is storytelling transmuted into alchemy, where myth is re-forged in the crucible of emotional truth. Every sentence opens a door. Every chapter casts a spell. It invites the reader to step beyond the noise of the world and into a dark, radiant sanctuary, where meaning rises from ruin like fire from ash.
This is not just a book. It is the culmination of over two decades spent wandering unwritten worlds, brought vividly to life with striking graphic illustrations that deepen and expand the experience. It is less a novel than a meditation.
And once you cross its threshold, you do not return unchanged.
Some say they were reborn.