Sekenre is 15 years old when his father, a powerful sorcerer, dies. Bereft of the only home he knows, all he wants is to be an ordinary man with a home and family---but his father's legacy proves inescapable. "I had killed a sorcerer, and if you kill a sorcerer you become all that he was." Sorcery is not the same as magic. Magic comes from the gods, passes through a magician as breath through a reed pipe. It heals and satisfies, and is somethign the magician does. Sorcery, on the othe rhand, is like a blazing sun, worse then any terror, like opening an unclosable door into nightmare. Sorcery resides in the sorcerer, it's what the sorcerer is, and it will consume him.