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…Shirley Latessa’s final novel of The Auragole Quartet brings us to a seat-of-your-chair ending, one that will keep you turning pages right through to the remarkable ending. Having followed Auragole’s entire journey, I have to take my hat off to Shirley — she has told a great story that in many ways we all live, asked all the questions we ask and then some, and brought her characters to a truly heroic finish, the measure of which I don’t think any reader will guess before the end. This is wonderful reading— and a tale told from a vista seldom revealed in literature.
— Waldorf Books
Lorenwile stopped mid-song. The sudden cessation of sound was so jarring that for a moment Auragole couldn’t remember where he was. A rush of mindless images tumbled across his inner eye and brought him to total wakefulness, leaving him dizzy and unstable on his feet.
He had been listening intently to Lorenwile, as the master singer had taken him deep into the origins of the glacier they were observing from an adjoining hillside. Lorenwile was standing stark still, his harp hanging loosely in his hand, he eyes closed. But Lorenwile was not back here, not on a treeless hill overlooking a slow-moving waterfall of frozen snow. Something was wrong. Finally, Lorenwile opened his eyes.
“Get your things. We have to get back.” He hummed to his horse, and without waiting to see if Auragole was following, Lorenwile was on Midnight’s back, and riding downhill.
As Auragole came alongside him, Lorenwile said, “It’s begun. The Last Battle. The enemy struck early this afternoon.” And then Lorenwile, without waiting for Auragole’s response, urged his horse into a gallop….
— from the book










