Ten years had passed since my life began fighting against mother nature ,I was forty now my family was still on the Moon and I decided oto give Earth one more chance I became a hermit living by myself in a mountains that no one heard if,well one day I went to get well water because it was meal time and wouldn't you know it the minute I put my bucket down inside the well, I felt cold not because of the snow under my feet but because of the snow falling from the mountainside heading toward me,this time this was it,I stood my ground avalanche or not,I was too old to run any more I had it,I missed my family,my kids my wife damn here it comes right at me.Avalanche.Was I going to escape this time ,I closed my eyes and prayed.
If you took every major epic fantasy that has ever been written and twisted them all into one fantastic tale of magic, sword play, and just plain old fantasy fun, you might get the first half of this 235,000 word monster of a read. The last half is a
The hoar witch and her forest full of malformed creatures await Vanx and his curious group of companions as they try to save the fairy folk and their magical Heart Tree from the powerful old crone and her evil.
