โ Scribed by P. A. Seasholtz
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Another longship slid out of the cold sea and crashed onto the sandy beach. Laedian jumpedfrom the prow and bent to scoop a handful of sand before she raised her eyes to a veil of shadowat the forest's edge. "She is Khe'kenha Othar!"a female voice said. "Yes, Sister, but like the others, she speaks with a discordant inner voice. They carry thepower, but they are alone, forgetting fellowship and service." "Not all of them,"a third voice said. "At least one, a woman calling herself Avanian Triumon, now walks our land with consonance of thought. I will make myself known to her, and begin her indoctrination." "White joining red," the second said aloud. "How long will it be before black returns tosilence the Khe'kenha Otharagain, extinguishing the ancient fires?" Heart of Hauden Desperate and dying, with their society plunged into chaos at the hands of the Plague Bringers, Laedian Fayersae has led her people to Hauden on the winds of a misunderstood foretelling. Silent and fading, with their ancient fires extinguished at the hands of the Dasyu, whispers by the Ganien Mothers on Hauden keep the memory of a forgotten prophecy from going dark. Thus, the accidental convergence of foretelling and prophecy begins the Harmony of the Othar Saga. Living quietly in a Minneapolis suburb, I have been writing the Harmony of the Othar Sagain variousincarnations for more years than I am willing to admit. A story which began in college has, after many years, reached fruition with my first novel, Heart of Hauden. During the intervening years, I have helped raise mydaughter, Katja, with my wife, Ann, worked in the information technology field, primarily as a database administrator, and received the support of friends and family to write as time permitted. After many years of writing in fits and starts, I stepped away from a full-time job to concentrate oncompleting this story. Perhaps it was nothing more than a classic mid-life crisis, but the result has allowedme to begin something I've dreamed about for decades. My only hope in presenting book one in the Harmonyof the Othar Sagais that you will find as much enjoyment reading it as I have found in creating it.
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