A Fire in the North

Things are not so easy-going for Bolldhe the wanderer these days - not now that he has come to terms with the old priest Appa's claim that he is indeed the shaper of things to come. Exactly what sort of 'shapes' his chilblained hands might eventually create not even the gods themselves can say, however, for Bolldhe, now a killer, has begun to remember something of his past.
Nonetheless, he at last seems committed to seeing this whole, inexplicable, terrifying mission through right to the end - even though his dreams, mind-woven by the shaman Wodeman, become ever more warped and savage, and force Bolldhe to wonder whether this same 'end' will be such a good thing for him.
Meanwhile, Gapp the esquire and the mercenary Methuselech, in their desperate rush to head off Bolldhe before he enters Drauglir's fortress, finally arrive at Wrythe: home of the Ogghain-Yddiaw, the famed warriors who once helped in the legendary crusade against Drauglir five hundred years ago. Home too, however, for a darkness from the past that sours the very air, earth and sea of this benighted place, threatening to swallow them all. And, as Gapp starts wondering just what on earth is wrong with his silent companion these days, things for the young esquire are becoming increasingly weird - and downright nasty.
A sword in the shape of a flame, the fear of death with the black despair that accompanies it, and a descent into Hell itself...A Fire in the North continues brilliantly where The Wanderer's Tale left off. But it's an altogether darker and more violent affair now.