Old Blades, Older Magic — E.S. Wynn

Singing steel flashes in the air, cuts an arc from the blood red sun to cleave iron, cleave flesh to the shining bone. In the moors, ancient magics boil up like mist, crawl across the green and glowing landscape with enigmatic intent. The land is alive with things far more ancient than man, and in these collected tales of wizards, dragons and mighty warriors of yore, there are things which will reach out to you from the pages, speak to you, if you only dare to listen.