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In the 40-second century, the cure for death isn't made in a lab, it's stolen from a nightmare. Spark is a biological narcotic that halts aging, but it refuses to grow in captivity. It cannot be farmed, synthesized, or controlled. It blooms in the twisting, lethal jungles of the planet Wesley, a world overrun by mutated leviathans that rule the food chain.

Nobody saw this coming. Not me. Not the elders. Certainly not my dear Hanwarra. Never before have the Dorf people lost an entire clan. A betrayal so deep, those who are left will never forgive, nor forget. It's time for the Dorfs to go to war. Yet somehow it has fallen to me, to lead them. Worst of all, Garnet was prepared. I may be his catalyst, but his plans were already in motion. The wheels of war turn slowly. The enemy is prepared. So it's up to me and my wives to figure out a way to make this work. All under the nose of those we thought buried.

I’m not going home. Of that, I am certain. And anyway, who would want to? Folotelyn Kyanite is the best thing that ever happened to me. She’s kind, caring, drop dead gorgeous and with her best friend, and my second wife, Alfofida, the beautiful, intelligent inventor. Well, they make one hell of a pair. The politics of this world be damned. I’ve got things settling in pretty well right now. Except after delivering the badly wounded Kiggaelin to her father. I was sent back with Elder Obsidian to seal the tunnel and cement my permanence on this world. All the while, Kiggaelin was at home, dying.

I never thought, after all those fantasy novels. That I would ever live through one. My name is Tobias Conner-Kyanite. And yeah. That name is still something I’m not quite used to yet. Most of this was an accident. But not a regret. Not even a little. I’d like to say, that boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl and boy marries girl. Unfortunately, or I like to think, fortunately.