"The horror of impiety. The horror of doubt - of disease. Of filth and frenzy, of fear and disloyalty. The horror of a house aimed for collapse, and the truth that the pillars hoisting it up are aged and rotten. Truly, has a nation ever been better prepped for damnation?"

Where Gales Lament is a grim tale of strange and vile fantasy. In this novel, character journeys take the forefront, and their triumphs, conflicts, and utter sufferings form the foundation of the wretched, fey landscape that is Arakvan: A realm tormented by plague, cruel earth, careless theocracy, and an unholy wave of beasts named the Scourge. Arakvan is the stage for my most profound and unsettling ideas, embodied by every line of dialogue and each sword unsheathed. Where Gales Lament is theatrical, imposing, and particularly horrific, with emphasis given towards poise and thematic consistency. Be warned, this is a tale of blight and misery, with wonder as a scarce element found only flickering amidst the long walks between depravities. Just as a furrfiend survives in the Wilderwheats, to see a reward in this world requires perseverance.

Happy reading.