It will take all the skills I learned as a spymaster to keep me free, to stop the Roc, and set me on the path to home. And if these powers were to find out that I was in league with the Roc, I would be condemned. The powers of this time plot to subjugate me with their horrible machine an identity chip. Others of Dyckon’s race even now look to wipe clean the face of the planet of every human. But the forces of this time and place rage against me as surely as did the Medicis. Fortune’s servant, Dyckon, a creature called the Roc who by his very countenance calls forth the living visage of the Dark Ones swears he will find a way to send me home, to my time, my place, my queen. It is now the eighteenth day of March in the year 2101, and I am as trapped as I was in Venice. Instead the hand of Fortune swept me up and I was spared. Trapped by the Medici, I was condemned as a heretic and a spy, walled up alive, condemned to die for queen and country. I had the great good fortune to be born an Englishman, and when I came of age in both knowledge and reason, I served my country and my queen, Elizabeth Regina. I was born on the thirteenth day of July in the eighteenth year of the reign of His Glorious Majesty Henry VIII, in the one thousand five hundred and twenty seventh year after our Lord’s death.

Michael Scott’s epic fantasy set in a time of shape changers and sorcery is the third of the De Danann tales following Windlord and Earthlord. And in the last days of De Danann Isles the six companions must face the island’s most chilling secret… They have heard rumors of a red haired boy being held prisoner by the savage priests who worship the deadliest elemental magic: fire! It is a race against time. Meanwhile Ally and Ragallach the Torc Allta are searching for Ken in the waterless desert. Convinced that the creatures are under Balor’s control, Paedur, Megan the warrior maid and Faolan the Windlord must travel into the mysterious West to seek out the source of the ancient magic.

Shining ghostly figures and bloodsucking vampires attack during the darkest night hours turning anyone they touch into soul less zombies. An ancient dark magic has been stirred up. Volcanoes and earthquakes threaten to rip them apart. Balor’s magic has weakened the very fabric of the ancient isles.

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