Rooke

Rooke is the last of the red-robed storytellers, an ancient soul wrapped in the ageless form of a man in his prime. With golden-brown hair, brilliant green eyes, and the weight of centuries behind his gaze, he walks the empires weaving tales that can awaken hope—or summon dragons. In a world chained by oppression and forgetting, he is the final spark of creation, carrying the burden of lost names, adopted sons, and a desperate race against awakening ice and fire.

Rooke often forgot how alarming his un-aging appearance must be. He had first encountered Kentigern Dagan Leesh as a newborn brought through a terrible storm by his rebel mother. While Kentigern grew old, white-haired, and wrinkled, Rooke had shown no outward change, no graying hair, no wrinkles, no fading gait.

Excerpt from Tempestriel

Chapter 2: The Reliquary