It is not death that frightens the Familiars, but what awaits them after. Two thousand years ago, The Darkness That Breathes consumed half the Ember Empire. When all hope seemed lost, Seigmund Galador–a simple sheepherder–beat his ploughshare into a crude sword, mounted his donkey, and charged into the jaws of the Mad Chasm. The unthinkable… Read More »The Darkness That Breathes