The field stretched endlessly beneath a sky painted with cold morning steel. Two armies—vast, bre...

The field stretched endlessly beneath a sky painted with cold morning steel. Two armies—vast, breathing, trembling with the heat of thousands of bodies—marched until they faced each other across the open ground. On the right stood a sea of banners embroidered with black and silver: THE NIGHT KINGDOM. Opposite them, carried boldly into the wind, another banner waved: THE GRETA KINGDOM. Between these overwhelming forces, two men rode at the front of their armies, each on a tall horse that stamped