We’re almost there folks… I don’t have an exact date, however, Feast of Dreams will release soon. We’re hoping for a full roll-out into retail, digital, and online markets. Enough of that boring logistical stuff. It’s almost time to live, love, cry and laugh with some of your favorite people again. In the weeks leading up to launch I’ll be providing teases, excerpts and other tidbits of Geadhain’s lore to reacquaint you with the world and its heroes. I think that the famed bard, Kericot, and his poem on travel and life in Geadhain is a great place to start. From the pages of Feast of Dreams, with love…
All roads come; all roads go.
A threadbare cloak no means to show.
However far I wander, I cannot stop the song.
Green, so green, and ever singing
To the Fairest Mother’s tune.
A pit of the feet
On the stony drums of the longest walk,
A pat of the beat—of hunger
Or rain—on my weary head.
Might find some warmth, or straw, or bread.
Might find a lass to pass the night.
Might find a cove that glimmers bright.
In moonlight where the oldest rule
From throne of rock
And starry pool,
I find my humility,
Bend to knee,
Give prayer to the lords of antiquity.
Up on the road once more,
With a song and drums of rock and wind.
The longest road,
The oldest song,
It never ends;
Not even when I die.
“The Traveler’s Song”—Kericot