Wizards Eleven — Sheri S. Tepper

The son of Mavin Manyshaped is back.

Let the Players of the True Game beware.

A giant stalks the mountains. The Shadowpeople gather by the light of the moon. The Bonedancers raise up armies of the dead. And the Wizard's Eleven sleep, trapped in their dreams.

Players, take your places. The final Game begins.