The Book of Ghaan Part One

<p>Though set in the same world as <em>Resthaven</em> and <em>The Chronicles of the Troop</em> this is not a sequel but a testimony from a harsher age-when the wounds of the lost gods were still raw and the world had yet to settle. <em>The Book of Ghaan Part One</em> stands entirely on its own yet readers who know <em>Resthaven</em> will glimpse the first shadows of the apocalypse-origins long buried and the foundations of everything yet to come. </p><p></p><p><em>I write these words with trembling hand and pray the Pantheon will forgive what I have become...</em></p><p></p><p>Long hidden within the walls of the Tower of Knowledge the monks of the Spire believe themselves to be the last guardians of truth in a world shattered by the Fall. For Makun Derring life in the order has always meant certainty-certainty of the gods his duty and of the evils of what magic did.</p><p></p><p>But when a mysterious group of armed survivors arrives from across the world pursued by monsters and shadowed by a lost tongue and forgotten gods everything Makun believes begins to unravel. Among them is a man named Rahdimus Ghaan-sickly mysterious and undeniably dangerous.</p><p></p><p>As Makun Derring seeks the truth what he finds will test not only his faith but the foundation of everything his order has sworn to preserve. And as buried power stirs once more he must confront the possibility that what the monks have feared may not end in the world's ruin... but ultimately its salvation.</p><p></p><p><strong>The Book of Ghaan Part One</strong> is the beginning of a new epic fantasy saga-told through the voice of a dying abbot whose memories weave divine mystery philosophical reckoning and the terrible weight of a secret kept too long.</p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>From the back cover:</strong></p><p>Herein lies my memories and recounting of our order's initial encounter with the survivors from Lehntarn and their leader one Rahdimus Ghaan. From this point forward I fear the Monachi Spirae have been unknowingly altered and dare I say inexorably and unwittingly changed.</p><p>For good or ill I do not know.</p><p></p><p>May the Pantheon grant us mercy through their wisdom and grace.</p><p></p><p>Abbot Makun Derring</p><p>1547 a.f.</p><p></p><p></p><p>For mature readers: Explicit fantasy violence realistic trauma moral weight and thematic intensity. No sex.</p>