Christopher Hazell Marshall: 3 books

At the first there was the Song. The harmony, the crescendo of infinite complexity from which All came forth. At the second came the Immortals, thirteen in all. Amongst them, one stood different, one who tinkered, made, created. Cursed he was, for they were jealous and they stole. In revenge, he broke...

A razors edge upon which balances the fate of Everything. For Che-Avana, home seems further away than ever, drawn ever more into maintaining the delicate peace between Men and Elves. For Castanaea enemies are stalking her every footstep, eroding her power, stealing away her Empire and talking of war....

Che-Avana is gone, lost long to the Immortals who desperately seek him. Time sleets by, ever strengthening the hand of the Void, bringing ever closer the moment when the Song is broken forever. Far distant from the world that Che-Avana knew as home, Medea, Mother Earth, rages. Every bite of flame...