This novel is told from the perspective of Tucker Littlefield, who, before being threatened into an affair which does not involve him, is a fairly ordinary man… with the exception of a reputation for being self-interested. In an attempt to win the king’s gratitude, Littlefield pulls Elizabeth, the king’s seven-year-old niece, to safety during an attack by the Jonda. Even so, they manage to escape with the child. It is no easy road with many twists ahead. Littlefield and his companions face not only the hardships of their differences, but the power of outside forces working desperately against them.
And now, an excerpt from The Gift:
Noget charged from path to path and we followed with total faith.
The Norha raced beyond our hiding place and we moved on.
The dog snorted at the ground repeatedly, hesitating briefly and then ran ahead again. Eventually, we stumbled upon another small alcove. In the back wall was a small slit cut through the stone from floor to ceiling. A dull orange flickering, glow of light pushed greedily at its edges. The dog sat motionless for a moment, as if trying to decide something. It turned its large head toward Enon, blinked several times and then, I swear, smiled. Without a word from Enon it charged into the fissure, disappearing from sight.
Enon followed, pushing his way through the crevice, forcing the opening to become slightly larger.
I didn’t want to follow but found myself on the other side. Looking through the gap between his body and his arm, I could see more than I wanted, more than I dared.
The air was on fire, burning in great bursts of orange and yellows. Massive swirls of flame danced wildly everywhere. Individual fragments of the liquid stone flew in enormous swarms, bouncing off the cavern walls, changing direction like a flock of birds. Their fiery tails faded as they fell back into the molten lake, only to be launched into the air once more. The ground moaned deep inside the world and a thousand shards of fiery stone took flight again. More of the rock erupted, splashing high against the cavern walls, washing down in a dull orange rumbling glow.
I shook inside. I had followed him through the darkness hoping to discover a safe haven, only to descend into hell itself.