It's been a while since the last update. But writing and proofreading a fantasy novel takes time. In the past few months, there have been great efforts to bring out the manuscript's full potential, and Phase II has now officially been launched.

Might and wisdom are like two ravens. They always come as a pair. If you fail to exert one with caution, the other one will teach you restraint. That’s what her uncle always used to tell her before he passed away. His ring weighed heavy in her hands as steady eyes fled across the waves, chasing after those small dinghies. Hastily rowing as much distance as possible between themselves and the giant ship, they soon shrunk to tiny little dots on the liquid horizon. Sun was setti

Nightwish's Sacrament of Wilderness is unfolding its epic symphonic as Sign of the Raven chapter 20 comes to an end. One more chapter remains before the draft is complete and phase I of the epic saga Legend of Gardyan will be finished.

If there was one person to whom Radu owed his undisputed place within the ranks of Raji’Rav, it was Master Zakane. The swordmaster was closer to the Raven Blades than any other Raji’Draq. Even though he himself was indebted to the Blood Blades, he still functioned as the mission leader of the assassins. An assignment not authorized by him was not conducted by the order. And his recommendation was a guarantee of safe admission to the clan for every aspirant. For this reason, h

The Szilágyi were an ambitious family, with noblemen of several countries either seeking their council, their allegiance or their daughters’ hand in marriage. Most notable of said daughters should become Erzsebet. As mother of the Raven Prince, she spun a legacy, whose echo would ring throughout history. A legendary matriarch of the 15 th  century and queen mother to the Hungarian throne. But her heart was beating Transylvanian.

After the exertions of the previous night, Aaron's cure lay between the legs of his beloved. With sadness, both had attended the funeral rites and handed over the murdered members of their household to the sacred flame. It was a depressing farewell, even if the night meant a victorious hunt for the rangers. Adra maintained close relationships with most of the deceased. They had been a part of her life since childhood and were like family. Her husband had the greatest difficul

His father had disappeared weeks ago when she appeared on the doorstep of his parents’ house. If one could’ve called the shack a house at all. It was a shabby little wooden hut in the green foothills of the Southern Carpathians, that had been falling into disrepair for decades along the course of the Arges River. Why his parents had decided to raise their son on this godforsaken piece of land was a mystery to the boy. The soil was not particularly fertile and difficult to cul

Blood moon rites in the Planes of Redbranch were different from those around Rubinburgh. They were more unspoilt and rougher around the edges, just like the inhabitants and their land itself. Rayan’s utmost western region was known for its vast meadows of golden heather and bronze broom, culminating in the lush maple groves of Redbranch Forest in the north and Azwood’s turquoise-purple border forests in the south. Some considered the valleys of Dragon Peaks but a large glade

Dearest, I’m in a hurry.

The conversation with matriarch Aronya was not very exhilarating. She did not appreciate her brother behaving improperly for the likes of his rank. And because she held Arayon personally accountable for the events in the Draq'enar, he got to hear some awful lot from her. He was lucky that she was his cousin. One out of two reasons saving him from major punishment procedures. Besides, there were far more pressing issues to discuss, which is why she refrained from consequences.

It was the festival of the blood moon. A sacred holiday in honour of the great maple goddess, celebrated when the second of three moons that graced Gardyan’s nightly sky was seen in full state. This was only the case once a year and when it happened, unbridled instincts drove the children of the world maple. Their blood boiled under the oath their creator had once sworn. Her flesh would turn to wood, her fiery red hair to ruby maple leaves, so that she could forever watch ove

Most men in Rayan’s military chose the Order of the Blood Blade—a fierce and mighty warrior clan within the caste of Raji’Draq consisting of skilled dragon riders and blood knights. Radu was not one of them. He joined the Order of the Raven Blade, the ancient House of the Raji’Rav. Its members were well-versed in the art of assassination tactics. Like rogues, they acted from within the shadows and pursued their targets just as persistently. Coal-black hair was considered thei

Heavy sweet-smelling clouds of perfume clung to every shrub and tree they’d passed on their way to the provincial border. They did not come here often. For the tavern in which they usually received their suitors was a generous distance away from Nathum’s settlements—secluded, near a weather-beaten hiking path, which was only used by those who knew what they were looking for. A few hours of fun, conviviality, secret information, sometimes just an open ear. It was a place to go