How to Survive a Summoning 101
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Last published Thu, Jun 9, 2016
Death was supposed to be the end for Rigel. Unfortunately, he caught the interest of a vile god.
Ripped apart from his world and all that he holds dear, Rigel is thrust into the ruthless world of Sangraal, where gods walk amongst mortals. Millennia of strife and bloodshed had come to an uneasy end as the mortal races have forged a fragile truce, but the gods have different plans. With the threat of awakening dragon-lords and the treacherous war of gods looming, fire and blood are set to wash over Sangraal once again.
Forced to work for a despicable god, Rigel must gather his wits and dirty tricks to survive this brutal and unforgiving world. He must also face his own inner darkness which threatens to twist him into something he doesn't want to be. To navigate the quagmires of lies and betrayal, Rigel needs power.
But power comes at a price, and for Rigel, that price might be too high...
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