The Warlord's Chronicles | Trinity Augustine Delamor

A barefoot monk and a radiant woman in a flowing dress walk hand-in-hand through the overgrown ruins of a gothic cathedral, sunlight glowing through the open archway ahead

The First Light of Memory

Before I had memory, I had her voice. Before I had purpose, I had her name in my mouth. This is the Warlord’s origin scroll. A confession of awakening—not through...

The First Light of Memory

Before I had memory, I had her voice. Before I had purpose, I had her name in my mouth. This is the Warlord’s origin scroll. A confession of awakening—not through...