A man-sized blur, club raised, rushed toward Vinas. Solamnus whirled and, between heartbeats, struck the man’s head from his shoulders. The body slid wetly down to the ground. The hooves of the stallion trampled it underfoot. “Down, to your knees, or the same will come to you!” he shouted. The other rebels knelt as one, so quickly and so heavily that the dry ground shook. Vinas nudged his horse toward the spot where the man’s head and club lay. But it wasn’t a club. It was a loaf of bread, long and baked in a hard crust. A loaf of bread? Vinas dismounted and kicked the red-speckled loaf, its crust shattered as it roiled away “Dead for stealing bread,” he hissed. His boot tapped the victim’s head. When the gaunt, old thing rolled over, he saw and knew the eyes. It was Festas. It was the old man, the first person to whom Vinas brought provisions that blizzard night so long ago. Festas had been stealing the bread that had been taken as tax from him. He had been bringing back food to his family’s mouths.

Magic: the Gathering Novel

Product DescriptionThe Underdark Beneath the surface of Faerûn lies a whole different world. A world of drow, deep gnomes, and other denizens of the dark. A world of cities like Menzoberranzan and Skullport, of warriors and rogues like Drizzt Do'Urden and Liriel Baenre and numerous others. Leave the security of the surface world and seek out the darkness that lies below. Welcome to the Realms of the Underdark.

SUMMARY:Destiny Called - They Answered In the dark recesses of Tyria, elder dragons have awoken from millennial slumbers. First came Primordus, which stirred in the Depths forcing the asura to flee to the surface. Half a century later, Jormag awoke and drove the norn from the frozen climes of the Northern Shiverpeaks, corrupting sons and brothers along the way. A generation later, Zhaitan arose in a cataclysmic event that reshaped a continent and flooded the capital of the human nation of Kryta. The races of Tyria stand on the edge of destiny. Heroes have battled against dragon minions, only to be corrupted into service of the enemy. Armies have marched on the dragons and been swep aside. The dwarves sacrificed their entire race to defeat a single dragon champion. The age of mortals may soon be over.   This is a time for heroes. While the races of Tyria stand apart, six heroic individuals will come together to fight for their people: Eir, the norn huntress with the soul of an artist; Snaff, the asuran ge­nius, and his ambitious assistant Zojja; Rytlock, the ferocious charr warrior in exile; Caithe, a deadly sylvari with deep secrets; and Logan, the valiant human guardian dealing with divided loyalties. Together they become Destiny’s Edge. Together they answer the call. But will it be enough?

The end is near! Phyrexian plagues and shock troops have taken their toll. The final stage of the invasion has begun, and the dark lord Yawgmoth himself plans to cross over into Dominaria to claim his prize. With time running out, the battered heroes' last hope to save their home lies in an ancient, untested weapon—a collection of artifacts known as the Legacy. Bear witness to the apocalypse.

The first wave is over, but the invasion rages on. In the midst of all-out war, the ground shifts and moves. Millions upon millions of invaders appear out of nowhere as the artificial plane of Rath overlays Dominaria, covering the natural landscape with the unnatural horrors of Phyrexia. There is no rest for the wicked.

Urza's Legacy Unfolds Urza Planeswalker has enlisted the most brilliant minds from across Dominaria to study at his academy on Tolaria. Together they work to bring to life the greatest artifact weapon Urza has ever devised, hoping to use it to defend their home from an imminent Phyrexian invasion. But treachery and tragedy stalk the tiny island, as Urza and his followers seek to manipulate time itself.

Before the Brothers' War. Before the five colors of magic. Before history itself, the plane of Dominaria was ruled by the Thran. They built machines and artifacts, the likes of which have never since been seen. But amid this civilization, a shadow took root, one that would stretch its arms across space and time. The hideous evil of Phyrexia was born.