THE WANDERING FIRE
Rakoth Maugrim sits in his mountain of ice, imprisoning Fionavar with the cold touch of eternal winter.
The kings and wizards of his own world have failed against him; how can five men and women of our world hope to succeed? Even if one wears the glowing Baelrath on her finger, and can raise the very dead from their rest. Even if one durvived the Summer Tree, and another carries the Horn of Pendaran Wood. Even if one bears Rakoth Maugrim's own son...
"Kay... might well have created the mahor fantasy work of the '80s."
-CHARLES DE LINT
"Certain to become an important figure in the field."
-LOCUS