Robi and Adan are boys from different lands.
Thousands of years ago the words that told men the way were blazed into the rock. In Robi's land, isolated by towering mountains, the words have long been the way. It is a place of tranquillity where science and the arts flourish and war is just a distant memory.
In Adan's land, the Salacian horde has swarmed from the black plains close to the Mountains of Madness and swept across the country bringing fear and death to all who would choose to live by the words. In a desperate attempt to slow the enemy's advance, Colonel Astara, Adan's father, stays to fight as Adan and his mother flee. They are separated when Adan, with the best of intentions, disobeys his mother's instructions.
A combination of events throws Robi and Adan together in Adan's world. They encounter an old friend in an unexpected guise and confront many perils as they search for Adan's parents.
If you're looking for a bright, young, highly polished author then I'm afraid we are all out of luck. I am old, irritable and relatively ugly. I've lived most of my life in the bush and I've tried my hand at many different things over the years. Perhaps the most enjoyable, although for me, not very rewarding in the financial sense, was opal mining around Lightning Ridge, in northern New South Wales. As a young man I'd always enjoyed an entertaining story and in my less lucid moments I'd even contemplated trying to write one. It was many years later, with a little more time on my hands, before I finally made the effort. My first story, although read by a relatively small number of people, attracted enough favourable comment to encourage a second. I write primarily to entertain but even a small contribution towards paying the bills would be a much appreciated bonus.