There is a place where the walls grow thin
And whispers gather from edge to edge
Brought forth by wayfarers pointing up
Towards stars strung from ledge to ledge.
There is a place where the sun is kept
When in the Ending ages sleep
And we truth-seekers, ageless, walk
The paths where the mountains kneel and creep.
So welcome starfarer, welcome song
And if you're returning, welcome again
Welcome storytellers, I have what you seek
Welcome to the place where the walls grow thin.
New release!
Born with magick and a love for music in a land without imagination, fourteen-year-old Carmen flees into a storm of legends in search of his identity—but little does he know that the only ones with the power to change his fate are about to be swallowed by the sea . . .
When Israfel Shae ran out of good books to read, she dubbed herself "the Betweener" and set out on an epic adventure to write fantasy with the power of the classics and the punch of modern fiction.