"Quell not the heart that sings in war. For such is as a ray of sunlight, unhindered by the clouds of our dismal winter."

Some may notice that The Children Of Akka, The Bitter Sunset, The War Of The Son, and Male-child have evidently disappeared. For those few who were genuinely interested and following these stories -- my apologies. But since I began the great rewrite of 2015, The Lays Of The Moreyar have evolved so tremendously that I can no longer conscientiously keep them here in their previous, out-dated forms. Words come very slowly to me, but as I update chapters for the books, I will try to post them here again. Even so, like I just said, I am a very, very slow writer.