 (Formerly:Daughter of Wisdom Mirror) Prologue Dost thou love picking meat? Or wouldst thou see A man i' th' clouds, and hear him speak to thee? -John Bunyan The Pilgrim's Progress From on high it flows down, mixing its immortal substance with man's little clay. The world was at peace. The crickets spoke to the stars and the heavens laughed. Were not the twelve princes on their thrones? Was not all Grenwilde at rest? Yet in his bed, the old man was much troubled - tormented by dreams. Fire devoured and blood was on the land. Raging creatures filled the night sky, taking to flight upon the pride of men. Then he saw the child. On the instant he was awake, yet still he saw. Gladly he would not have seen. Happily he would have agreed with the crickets. He had already been warned. Yet the night kingdom is a seeing place. When the eye of the world sleeps the eyes of the spirit awaken. He could not sleep again until he had written. He made his way to the table beside the window. There he lit his taper and took his pen. He wrote for a time and then stopped. He saw more, but a voice told him, "Seal the vision. It is for the time of the end." Men kill prophets, but they keep their words. So it was with Ambro the Seer.
Part One: Shadow of the Vulgraths
Part 2: Laws of Immortality
Part 3: The Nygrath and the King
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Preface