CHRISTIE GOLDEN

Frostmourne. It was caught in a hovering, jagged chunk of ice, the runes that ran the length of its blade glowing a cool blue. Below it was a dais of some sort, standing on a large gently raised mound that was covered in a dusting of snow. A soft light, coming from somewhere high above where the cavern was open to daylight, shone down on the r...

The "New York Times" bestselling author of "The Shattering" and "Thrall: Twilight of the Aspects"...