The story you are about to read is a 'historical fantasy'. It tells of an ancient, medieval type society in the far off land of Oma-Var and how the use of the phenomenon we know as 'gunpowder' changed their world —- but it is much more than that.
As every good tale should be, it is also a story about people. Good ones, bad ones —- and like most of us, the in-between ones.
And lastly, as all good tales must be, it is a story about love. That age old emotion that has thrilled, captivated and haunted us down through the ages —- 'love', in all its many forms, flavours and ever changing faces.
The young kind with its quick beating heart; butterflies in the stomach and its anxious, glorious anticipation!
The older, more mature kind that slowly tempers the mercurial passions of youth and grows deeper and sweeter with the passing years.
And lastly the dark, twisted kind. Born not out of caring, sacrifice and compassion but out of lust, jealousy and ownership.
These forms and others are represented in this tale, waiting only for the powder keg of emotions to be set ablaze by the strike of a firelock or the flash of a haughty look.