From New York Times Bestselling Author Aaron Hodges comes The Sword of Light TRILOGY

BOOK 1: Stormwielder

For five hundred years the Gods have united the Three Nations in harmony.

Now that balance has been shattered, and chaos threatens.

A town burns and flames light the night sky. Hunted and alone, seventeen year old Eric flees through the wreckage. The mob grows closer, baying for the blood of their tormentor. Guilt weighs on his soul, but he cannot stop, cannot turn back.

If he stops, they die.

For two years he has carried this curse, bringing death and destruction wherever he goes. But now there is another searching for him - one who offers salvation. His name is Alastair and he knows the true nature of the curse.

Magic.

BOOK 2: Firestorm

The Gods have fallen.

The Three Nations are in chaos.

Archon is coming.

Enala is surrounded, trapped on the blood-soaked sands of Malevolent Cove. Desperate and alone, she faces the sky, watching as the Gold dragons circle. Yet it is not the beasts she fears - but the men and woman encircling her. They promise their protection, but they are only words, and she has already lost everything to betrayal. Swamped by grief, she teeters on the edge of madness.

Meanwhile, Eric is close to mastering the curse of his magic. The perilous force writhes within him, desperate for freedom, but he refuses to bend to its will. Instead, he is determined to wield it for good, to right the wrongs of his past.

BOOK 3: Soul Blade

The Three Nations are crumbling.

Darkness is gathering.

And only Eric remains to stand against it.

Eric stumbles through the wilderness, searching, hunting - desperate for sign of his sister. But the girl is gone, stolen away by the power of the Soul Blade. With each passing hour its hold on her tightens, her spirit fading before the onslaught of its magic. If he cannot save her soon, it will claim her soul. And he will have to kill her.

Meanwhile, Gabriel is trapped, imprisoned in the black cells beneath Ardath. The darkness presses in around him, absolute, suffocating. Time, hope, sanity, all have long since slipped beneath the waves of his despair. Only it remains - the unrelenting voice of the demon. It haunts the darkness, tempting him with the promise of freedom.

How long can he resist its call?