Drinker of the Yew

Words are Magic, and Magic is Power. I was born on the night of the double moon nearly forty years ago, cold and lifeless. In a world that is slowly forgetting itself, a nameless village rejoiced at the arrival of a paladin. Those celebrations, though, turned to wary tension as the paladin brought an unknown into their midst - his wife Nayinis, who wears the markings of a necromancer. Who is this woman? Why has she come to their village? Nayinis divulges her shadowed past, for she needs the village's trust to defeat the powerful foe that not only threatens divine, but the very fabric of existence itself. You will hear the story of how I walked through The Rippled Plains, and how I supped the teet of The First Yew as I sought vengeance. You will learn how I uncovered the secrets of the lair Yuorinis and how I lived to remember the wretched song of the thirteenth saint that only brings pestilence and death. I will speak my many secrets to you, for the rotting maiden and Decay have brought me to your village to defeat a threat that is ancient and powerful, and to succeed in defeating it I will need your trust. What to expect: This is a slow-paced, dark, epic-fantasy book written mostly in an archaic first-person style, reminiscent of fairy-tale at times. I am expecting the final product to be close to 600-700 pages. The first few chapters introduce a somewhat-steep learning curve of names and mythology of the world that plateaus at around chapter 5.  The Cover is by youthartwork on Fiverr