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…Auragole of the Mountains follows Auragole as he leaves the valley of his birth for the first time and encounters both friends and enemies in the wider world. He and his friends come at last to the Valley of Agavia, where a small group of people have preserved the knowledge of the gods and where it is known that the Last Battle, the battle against the Nethergod will be fought, and fought soon. The the future of all humanity will be determined by the victor. As Auragole leaves Agavia, it is still very uncertain which course he will choose and what role he will play in the Last Battle.
The author tells me she created The Auragole Quartet with teenagers in mind. I agree that teens are likely to love these stories. I would like to add that I believe adults will, too — I was barely able to put my copy down once I started reading. This is the first fantasy fiction I’ve read that has some real substance to it, that seriously considers some of the most pressing questions we humans face. Very, very highly recommended.
— Waldorf Books
Meekelorr, lying near a stream in the Easternlands with a small troop of his soldiers sleeping nearby, woke suddenly from a strange dream. He sat up, pushing away both the blankets and the grogginess. He wanted to think about the dream, to fix it in his mind so he could tell it to Pohl.
A young man was standing over a grave. Then, as happens in dreams, the young man was walking in the mountain forest heading somewhere with great determination. In the dream, his friend Pohl had shaken him awake. “Be aware and be wary, Meekelorr; that boy’s destiny is woven into yours.”
“I see him,” Meekelorr assured Pohl. “The boy seems simple, pleasant, hardly a threat.”
“You are shortsighted, friend. That boy is like a sleepwalker. He doesn’t know what it is he is moving toward, yet he will be a determining player in the world events that are nearly upon us.”
“He will aid us?”
“That,” Pohl said, “or destroy us; then there will be little hope left for this world.”
Meekelorr, fully awake now, reached over and shook his friend Pohl, who was snoring peacefully next to him.
The older man sat up quickly and grabbed his sword.
“Whoa, Pohl, no danger. But I must tell you this dream while I can recall it.”
— from the book










