A near-miss on a modern battlefield—and Holger finds himself no longer a soldier but a knight-at-arms, exiled to an eldritch realm of sorcery and magic where a bloodsome war is gathering. The enchantress le Fey would have his sword for Chaos; the San-may would have him serve her gentler kind. At first he denies them both to find out how to return to “reality”—but the chill of his knowing is like a cold wind through his ribs. For it was Earth that was his exile: It is here, in the lowering dragon-smoke, that he must fight and die