The Harbinger of Doom

Claradon never led his House's forces into battle before. But now he must. His father, the mighty lord of Dor Eotrus, went missing, along with his men, heroes all, while investigating a mysterious fog and otherworldly howling. It's up to Claradon to find him, to bring him home, or avenge his death if he has fallen.

Mad wizards wrenched open a gateway to hell on Eotrus land. A gateway that's determined to stay open. What is the young knight, Claradon Eotrus, to do when he discovers that the man he recruited to help him close that gateway is either the greatest hero the world has ever known or the devil himself, thrown down from the heavens by the gods in olden days? Is he out to save Midgaard or destroy it? Does he serve the Norse gods: Odin, Thor, and the rest, or did he slay them? And if he's truly the harbinger of doom, how can Claradon stop him? How can he even survive him?

Claradon, the young Lord of House Eotrus, stands accused of murder and treason by his family's political rivals while on the trail of the chaos lord that slew those dearest to him. Claradon has recruited the mysterious knight of mystical power called Angle Theta to aid him is his quest. But Claradon has bought far more than he's bargained for, when his comrade Ob discovers the terrifying secret of Angle Theta.

Lord Angle Theta, Claradon Eotrus, and Ob the gnome battle fanatical monks, deadly bounty hunters, and otherworldly fiends whose slightest touch is death, in their relentless pursuit of Korrgonn, Lord of Chaos. Meanwhile, Korrgonn stops at nothing to acquire the fabled Orb of Wisdom, that ancient talisman that can return Azathoth and his kingdom to Midgaard. But the fate of the world turns when Claradon faces DeBoors, the ancient sword-master who has sworn to slay him.

Dwellers of the Deep embraces the pulse-pounding action that the Harbinger of Doom Saga is known for, with battles so real, so immersive, you will find yourself reaching for your sword. Expansive in scope, this book transforms the saga into truly epic fantasy, and drops the listener into the Byzantine web of political intrigue that swirls about the Kingdom of Lomion.

When the black elf king comes calling, / Hide your children and your gold, / When dead men hunger, outside, the bitter cold, / When trolls venture down from mountain peak, / Hold tightly your bones, for them they seek. / Beware they who thirst on island bleak, / The Regent to come and scourge your keep, / The Black Hand will stalk you, their ranks ever deep, / And Thetan will be there, of his wrath you will weep, / The Harbinger of Doom, your soul to reap.

The epic Harbinger of Doom saga continues in Gods of the Sword, the exciting sixth volume in the series. 

Frem Sorlons' grandmother warned him about the Black Elves. They're otherworldly, evil imps, devoid of morals or conscience; and they'll kill you, as soon as they look at you, she'd say. Until he reached Jutenheim, he never thought he'd meet one outside of her wild stories. He never even thought that they were real. But then one night, the Black Elves came calling and threatened to take not only Frem's life, but also his immortal soul.

Do zombies scare the stuffing out of you? I'm not talking the slow ones that mindlessly stumble around moaning and tripping over their own feet. I'm talking fast zombies. Ones that will run you down, tear you to pieces, and eat you for supper. Ones that keep coming no matter what damage you do to them. Did any such creatures ever exist, except in people's imaginations? Unfortunately, the answer is yes. This seventh volume of the Harbinger of Doom saga reveals the truth about them.

Vampires. Zombies. Wendigo. There are a million books about them, and of similar paranormal, undead creatures. Sparkly cutesy ones. Vicious evil ones. Heroic ones. Impossible to kill ones. Slow and fast ones. Some books even purport to tell you of their origins. Well, they're all bunk and bother, as Ob would say. Nothing but humbug. This eighth volume of the Harbinger of Doom saga is different. It reveals the truth about those creatures.

In this ninth volume of Glenn G. Thater’s Harbinger of Doom saga, Theta arrives at Jutenheim, hot on the heels of Korrgonn and the League of Shadows. Their fateful confrontation is fast approaching, if only they pass the Black Elf king and the ancient evils that lurk in his subterranean domain. But do the Black Elves serve the dark powers or the light? 

Lord Angle Theta and his men seemed unstoppable and unbeatable, no matter the odds. But when they met their match in the swamps of storied jutenheim, Lomerian blood ran like rivers. Ector and Malcolm Eotrus had a simple duty: Keep their family's mighty fortress safe, as had their ancestors for untold centuries. They failed. Time and again, Lomerian wizards conquered challenges that brawn and brain alone could not master. But magic has a weighty price. Even the greatest sorcerers cannot escape the Wizard's Toll.