The Tales Of Tzori

In the dark of the room, a light of orange and red flickered.

The candles flame danced left and right-swaying, tilting and toppling -like a bewitched lady who melted hearts of men as the flame the wax. It seemed queer, thought Theodore that such a tiny little candle illuminated an entire room with hues and shades of red and yellow.

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Theodore Applebaum has spent his whole life thinking he is ordinary. After all, being an Ordin and the son of a fisherman does that to you. He didn't want more for the moment one became influential, the Monks would get drawn to them as a moth does to a candle. But circumstances don't work to ones will. Soon Ted unravels his true heritage. He isn't a fisherboy he is a prince. The very prince believed to be dead years ago.

If Lord Mauth finds out, he is doomed. War will brew and he must pay for the consequences of his actions.

He must fight or he will perish. He must stay strong or he will languish.

---The Tales Of Tzori, a novel by Andrew Petrichor