Wicked sorcerer... Dark lord... Evil Tyrant... Every story needs one - even real life. When my life needed a villain, it found ME...
I was fourteen when the White Priests came to civilize us. Through slavery, rape and sorcery they made the tribes of the Khytein into a useful part of their bright new empire. But they hadn't counted on a child with a fracture in his soul - or his reluctant friends, the feral hunter and the witch-girl who could slice minds to ribbons with her music.
They had no idea that I'd seek revenge, or that I'd be used as a living weapon by the embittered enemies of the Sacred Thearch. Not even those desperate men could foresee what I'd become when I gave in to the will of the story and became truly wicked.
This is my confession - a tale of monsters and heroes who just happen to be the same person. It's the story of how a child forced to live through atrocities became one himself, while along the way taking part in epic battles, doomed quests, perilous rescues, and a rebellion against hopeless odds.
I can't promise you fairies, elves, friendly dwarves or damsels in distress. But I can tell you the truth - which contains far more blood and less lies than 'history'...