Publisher's blurb: The people speak of a time when their valley was a paradise, where Men and Elves and Dwarves lived in harmony, united by their Prince within his fabled palace. No Crown did the Prince wear. He did not need one. The palace itself was the most potent symbol of all that was strong and spirited in the valley. Finally, a day came when all this legendary wealth became the prize of a warlord and his army. While they burned villages and murdered the peasantry, a curse fell over the palace itself, which even the fell army of evil dared not enter. In the end, all lay on the field, dead, and the palace remained silent and filled with fear. Even to this day, dark windows on its face look out into the valley, watching for any living prey who would dare to approach it.