'Ware Hawk

From the back:

Tirtha was the last of the line of Hawkholme. Men who hated those of the Old Race had destroyed her clan, and she alone lived to carry the burden of her family's destiny.

Driven by a powerful magic to return to her ancestral home, she set out into the twisted, ruined mountains of Estcarp. her hired guide was a Falconer, a man of an ancient warrior race who was also alone in the world, and falconless.

But a Dark One was determined to foil their mission - and only together could they hope to stand against its awesome powers.

LIGHT AND SHADE

The casket gleamed with a light issuing from it, for the cover had been raised and thrown back. The carvings on it possessed a life of their own, appearing to change shape, to crawl and move. Some were words and symbols of Power.

That wisp of half shadow which was the left hand of he Lord, and the one which was the right hand of his Lady moved forward as one. Together they clasped the lid of the casket, closing it.

Tirtha felt the old and familiar rise of cold fear. Now was the coming of evil.