Sorcerer Beyond The Veil

Ashland’s sky split open above Mael Varron, and the first thing he wanted was not survival. It was one more breath of the woman he had never touched. Her face had appeared to him in broken visions for three nights: rain-dark lashes, a mouth parted around his name, a red mark beneath her left eye. Each glimpse vanished before he could reach it. Then the world screamed.