Новинки Филипа Квинтрелла

Тысячу лет назад, после кровопролитной гражданской войны, бессмертные эльфы заточили посланца богов Валаниса в плен Янтарных чар и покинули Иллиан. Тысячу лет королевства людей процветали под защитой ордена Серых плащей, рыцари которого ходили между городами, прежде принадлежавшими эльфам. Тысячу лет никто не видел в человеческих землях драконов, но, по слухам, последний великий змей заперт в школе магии. Тысячу лет эльфы готовились вернуться, превратившись из мирных детей леса в безжалостных убийц. И тысячу лет переходит из уст в уста одно и то же пророчество — Эхо Судьбы, предвещающее, что грядут страшные перемены. Вот только…

KALIAN GAINES HAS A SECRET.

He looks like us.

He lives like us.

But he is not one of us...

Lightyears away, a human hand print, embedded into a rock, has been discovered on a moon; yet mankind has never set foot on it. This discovery holds a secret which will sweep Kalian into the heart of a conspiracy that has corrupted the galaxy for two hundred thousand years.

Dive into the first volume in Philip C. Quaintrell's Terran Cycle quadrilogy, exploring the origins of mankind.

INTRINSIC LAUNCHES AN UNMISSABLE GALAXY-SPANNING EPIC SERIES.

MYTH. LEGEND. NIGHTFALL HAS LONG BEEN RUMOURED TO BE NOTHING MORE THAN WHISPERS ON THE BREEZE.

IF ONLY IT WERE SO...

In those halls of darkness, where children are taken from the world and given to shadow and dust, Asher is destined for that same fate. He will become the myth. He will become the legend. He will become the whisper of Death itself.

That which he was is dead, forgotten. Now he is a blade in the dark, a weapon to be wielded by his masters. A killer.

Yet, despite all his training and years of spilling blood, there is a crack in Asher's conditioning. Something within him is broken, unbound even. A sliver of humanity has survived and dreams of freedom. Now, standing on a knife's edge, his mind threatens to unravel, taking him from the only path he has ever known and away from the clutches of Nightfall.

It has never been done. Exile is not a choice. It is a death sentence.

But there is another life that calls to him, a life roaming the wilds and protecting the innocent from the monsters which would prey upon them. Hunting monsters, however, is no easy task, especially when Asher himself is hunted by those who would drag him back to Nightfall. Back to the darkness.

THE GODS ARE DEAD.

IN THEIR ABSENCE, THERE CAN BE ONLY CHAOS. ONLY WAR.

AND THEY ARE NOT ALL THAT HAS FADED FROM THE WORLD OF VERDA...

Once there were heroes. Brave men and women who showed their quality to be above the rest. Those whose deeds earned them the heart of a dragon. Those whose courage and strength resonated with the unborn, who, in their eggs, can wait thousands of years for a warrior worthy of them.

These heroes rose up on young battlefields and defended the weak and oppressed across all of Erador. They did so because they were inspired. They had only to look up and see.

Dragons Riders!

The last noble warriors in the realm. Only heroes can embolden the ordinary. For centuries, millennia, the Dragon Riders galvanised generation after generation, adding Riders to their ranks, birthing dragons from their eggs.



But there are no more heroes. War with the Andarens is like nothing the Riders, nor the armies of Erador, have ever faced. In the place of heroes there are only soldiers now. Fodder for the machine of war.



This time of twilight is set to be the crowning hour of the dark, when the light is losing its grip. There are those who have been waiting, biding their time in the shadows while the heroes of Verda die out. They worship something ancient. Something forgotten by myth and legend. Something evil.

It falls on a few to keep back that darkness. A few who must rise without inspiration and prove themselves worthy.

THE ECHOES OF FATE, A PROPHECY UTTERED UNTO THE WORLD A THOUSAND YEARS AGO, CANNOT BE DENIED…

Mankind has lorded over the land of Illian for a thousand years, building on the ruins left by the elves, as if it were their birthright. A thousand years is a long time for an immortal race to see the truth of things, a truth that has remained unsaid for a millennium - elves are superior. They are faster, stronger and connected to the magical realm in a way that man could never grasp. Illian should belong to them.

Unaware of the shadow that looms in the east, the six kingdoms of man are fractured, unallied, and clawing at each other’s gates for more power.

This isn’t just war set to ravage the land, but a slaughter - the world of man cannot hope to survive.

Thrown into the heart of this war is a man known by many names; an Outlander of the wilds, an assassin, a ranger. Asher was born a thousand years ago, to a life he doesn’t remember. Forty years of brutal training and killing for money has beaten the earliest years of his life away, leaving his ties to the oldest of evils a mystery to all…

RISE OF THE RANGER LAUNCHES AN UNMISSABLE EPIC FANTASY SERIES.