The War of Twilight
Volume Three:
The Amethyst Queen
Prologue
Scorpions and lizards plague the sand
There is chaos and hunger in the land
The snake is lost, yet will be seen
Glory upon the amethyst queen
And thus the world will come to the end of the ages, when the legions of light and dark march blindly, and the dead rise to the call of war, and the heavens are shaken by men; when thrones break, and crowns splinter, and the nations of the world are shattered by the doom of days.
The Lord of Dusk will ride upon the storms of the shadow, and all hope, all faith, all love, will be ground to dust and consumed by fires of hatred.
There can be no victory. There can be no triumph. There can be no salvation. In dusk he rises; light un-maker, chain breaker. And he has dominion over sky and sea and sand and soil and stars even until the end of time.
Yet may the Lord of Dawn soar upon the winds of wrath with crown of fire and sword of sun, and burn the world with light.
The tides of night swallow the sand.
The amethyst queen reclaims what was lost.
The desert bends knee to the father.