Robert Downing

Astallis

“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But, of course, there weren’t always the rifts in the sky.” Matron Doragiltre carefully pried the massive black leather tome in her lap open to the first page, caressing the paper gently with her silvery scaled claws. “This was before the world itself was ignited by the power of sorcery. It was much a different time back then…”