Beginning of an end

It is said by the most wise of all men that once every thousand years, history must repeat itself. An endless cycle of war and peace, death and life, that continues on throughout the existence of every world. A dance that few men, if any at all, could hope to understand. That is, unless they had seen the very start of it all, the very birth of the heavens and the seas and the land when all was much different to the eyes of men.

In the populace lands of Anandor, an uneasy peace has lasted for nearly nine hundred years, and few are the men who remember what happened before that, in the time of death and destruction that is known by many as the ‘God Wars’. Even fewer men, if any, know that before those wars, people had existed, with their own gods, and with their own problems. The world had been vastly different in those days, before these other gods had been cast down, and the world had been plunged into a stage of death and re-birth. But yet that world was returning, and those who could read the signs knew that war was stepping closer on a giants feet...

That would make for a good back cover. I would like to read that book.

Hugs,
Eiregirl