Quote of the Week

An eerie blue light flickered along the ridgetops.  Sometimes it flashed brightly, bleaching exposed granite into something as stark and lifeless as a full moon.  The ribbon of waterfall cascading down the cliffs at the eastern end of the valley caught the light and threw it back so that the mountain seemed to be splitting.  The sky was black and starry in the east, but the wind was blowing hard and cold.  Clouds were piling rapidly over the sea.

“What is it?” Corin asked.  He had been in the wizards’ valley before, but he had never seen such a light.

“Something is trying to get in,” said Kelvan.