Once every six hundred years, a ruling descendant of Axeris must offer up a pure breed daughter of Khione to the ancient spirits to keep the seal over the undead army of Osyron from breaking open and unleashing the wrath of the blood thirsty god upon the people of Astaroth and the other six kingdoms.
Lord Ryder’s rule falls under this year and he has his eyes set on Lyra, a pure breed descendant and princess of Dragonsbane, but there are complications when he tries to get her, she cannot remember him and he cannot offer her up if she is not in love with him. 
Time is running out, the seal is very unstable and everything seems to be working against him as he is soon caught up in a whirlwind of impossibilities and forced to make a difficult choice.
There are secrets and twists as this is a tale woven into a maze of labyrinths, with each turn unlocking a new and unpredictable play out, until he is left standing against all he had ever believed in.
 

Ryder, Lord Of Astaroth

“Just look at how fat you’ve become.” Syrana jeered at her sister, she held her long skirt up from the front to keep herself from tripping over it on this uneven rocky terrain. “What are you being fed with over there?” She chuckled and hurried in her steps, she had left the village almost an hour ago and had walked to the outskirts as she had planned to meet with her sister. 


Naphtalia smiled tiredly and shook her head. The huge rock she sat on was just the right amount of comfort she could be provided with outside the walls of the Astaroth castle. The tree she rested her back against provided the much needed shade, she had been here a couple of minutes before she sighted her younger sister running up the small hill to meet her. 


A Really Long Time Ago