title: A Dream of Storms: In the Shadow of the Black Sun: Book 1
author: William J. Kenney
description: "The authenticity of this book really astounded me. Everything just seemed flawlessly believable, and the dialogue especially added to this. It just seemed to flow effortlessly, the language suited the text and the storyline perfectly, things that I appreciate in a fantasy novel."<br /><br />"The one thing I enjoyed about this book; the originality. It deals with the good versus evil theme but there are some characters introduced who are not all that they seem, and I do enjoy reading about complicated characters. "<br /><br />"There are many things to keep going in any fantasy genre to suspend your belief for a few moments here and there and William does it like a pro. This novel is on par with anything in the genre for sale today in my opinion. His characters have depth, emotion, and motivations and the journey is worth it."<br /><br />"Mr. Kenney is comparable to early Tolkien! I enjoyed this book, his characters are likeable and believable, the story is active and interesting. It kept me involved and was, unfortunately, over before I was ready for it to be."<br /><br />"There's a lot to like here. The characters are all interesting, and the way they interact with each other makes for some fun reading. It definitely reminds me of Tolkien, but with a darker flavor. My only complaint is that it wasn't longer."
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  Prologue:
  
  
  
  
  
  Day side was ending. Black clouds billowed in the sky. Lightning shot across
  the heavens followed by the clash of thunder. The rain fell incessantly. A
  small settlement by the name of Helshire Village lay nestled near the edge of
  the White Plains. For days, the clouds covered the skies to such an extent
  that it was almost impossible to tell the difference between day and night.
  
  
  The streets were deprived of life and light, like walking through a graveyard,
  for it was considered a bad omen to wander the streets when it became dark.
  Rumors and stories of four black horsemen guarding the limits of the village
  sent a wave of paranoia through the townspeople.
  
  
  An odd looking wooden house sat near the entrance to the village at the bottom
  of the hill. The house stood three stories high. A lamppost stood on the left
  side of the house. Two chimneys were precariously perched on top of the roof:
  one in the front near the third level, and the other in the 