White Pagan

Settled into the domestic life of father, benefactor, bard, and duke, Kavan had forgotten that one small, disconnected fragment of Sight...until the loss of the one he loved most led him to find the broken, beautiful woman discarded on the banks of his lake. Discarded there by a Gate that should not exist. Discarded in a way that should not be possible.

One glimpse of her and he knew that she, like the Sight, was a portent of change that promised to turn his world upside down.

She brought the old familiar self-doubts thundering back and threatened to fulfill that promise of upheaval with a swell of heart wrenching possibilities.

With famine and plague twisting the Sovereignties in the wind, change would come, regardless of the choices he made. What those changes could mean, what they would be, would depend on whether he chose to pass through the doors of history and knowledge she opened...or whether he closed his eyes and turned his back on the secrets his people, his Faith, his blood had too long denied.