Age of Myth (The Legends of the First Empire, #1)

by Michael J. Sullivan

“So what you’re saying is that we can stay here”—Malcolm gestured around them— “and starve in this horrific forest, or we could live the rest of our lives in a wonderland of abundance, music, and mirth. Sounds awful; let’s go.”

There’s always going to be a Donny.”

“You, sir, are a coward, preying on the weak. You’re not particularly handsome, either. I’d go so far as to say you’re genuinely ugly. Now, let me tell you what I think about your mother.

Remember, it’s easier to believe an outlandish lie confirming what you suspect than the most obvious truth that denies it,

It was what the tree said to do. And if you can’t trust an ancient talking tree, what was the point of having one?