The Swallow’s Tail – yesterday’s pivot point – tomorrow’s transformation promise.
Rone is on the cusp of devastation with the Dalin Clan at its epicentre. The realm is crumbling and each player has his own set of rules to win the game.
In Cragholme, home of the beleaguered Dalin Clan, newly ascended Warlord Ratha seeks to purge her people of all connection to the past. With a view toward a future of her own making, old comrades are abandoned or imprisoned, while new allies – living and dead – are recruited in an attempt to realize her vision.
Religious leaders in Dunthallen, seat of House Vanne, recognize the instability of the Dalin and seize the opportunity to muster an army and march north with conquest in mind.
The former Warlord Gor and his allies, having traversed the cosmos to the Outside in search of vengeance, find that in Hell they come to resemble that which they revile. Despite pain and crisis, seeds of new love are sown. They realize that their path lies in the World of Men, and toward an evil that lurks in the jungle.
A new breed of genre fiction – dark, literary, and provocative – Swallow’s Tail continues the gripping saga of Rone, a unique and imaginative world even more compelling for its similarities to our own.
As World’s End draws ever nearer, it becomes clear that there is more to fear than just the dark.
About William Carson
William Carson loves stories. His earliest memories are of furtive nights spent under blankets, reading in the glow of a flashlight, wide-eyed in tired wonder. Remorseless badgering of his parents led to a copy of the Hobbit at age five, and a lifetime’s immersion into speculative fiction.
Author of Few Far Fallen, Book One of the Rone Cycle, William spends his working days in architectural practice, contributing to the world of buildings. In between being a husband and a dad, he fills his nights and weekends with what writing he can; still building, but of a different sort: a building of worlds. William hopes to add his own stories to a wondrous tapestry, the first strands of which were woven around fires long ago, told to rapt listeners, wide-eyed in tired wonder.