He never knew what he was.
The mountain clerics who raised him called him Splitblood: half Drow, half human, unwanted by both. When he found a pendant that gave him a vision of the Black Pyramid, he did not understand what he had seen.
He would learn.
Uzaya carries Veilguard blood, a lineage older than the Empire of the Storm Kings, bound to a cosmic order that once restored balance when the world fell too far. The Leylines are failing. And the pendant that found him as a boy has been waking him to a calling that does not ask permission.
Driven by his visions, his journey south carries him through wilderness and ruin, past things that will haunt him forever. When he finally reaches Eldenport, he begins to question whether the visions were real. As the world begins to fracture under foot, he understands what the Ancient One has always known:
It waited for someone who had let go of everything else.
He did not reach. He accepted.
Chronicles of Uzaya began not at a desk, but in a bed. It was written during and after recovery from pinched nerves, first in his back, then his shoulder, [slows down]one session at a time. [rushed]The story was shaped by random dice rolls. What the dice decided, stayed. What endured became the foundations for the 'Chronicles of Uzaya'.
As a musician Ray writes the way he composes: with rhythm in mind. Every line in this book was shaped for cadence. Readers who find themselves reading passages aloud are doing exactly what was intended.
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