“WAKE UP DREAMER”
When humans on Tikor fall asleep, they don't just dream in solitude. The human mind drifts to a dimension called the Tapestry. It’s a realm where only humans can enter, protected from outside interference. Or least, that’s how it once was. The lurking dark god, Xavian the Withering King, has found a way to invade it, corrupt it.
The human protectors of the Tapestry, Dreamweavers, have assembled to repel the tide, but how did the dark god break their defenses? With their back against the wall, they call in a Dreamweaver who has explored deeper into the dreamworld than anyone alive, the Seeker. Can the Seeker stop the corruption before it’s too late?
Drift of Dreams is the first-ever Graphic Novel from the Swordsfall Universe! Featuring art from ten amazing artists of color, this graphic novel is an emotional journey into the heart of what dreams mean to us.
In the beginning... Tikor is a world where deities and spirits are as real as the nature that surrounds us. Since the earliest writings of mankind, the gods have been there alongside humanity. They are a vital part of the makeup of human societies across the globe. In a way, this is to be expected. Humans were in fact created by the gods. Various great deities created cultures of their design and ethos. As time marched forward, these various cultures and groups co-existed. Sometimes contentiously, sometimes harmoniously, but always striving to co-exist.
History, however, would change its course in a single tragic day and the horrific night that followed. Mime, the Garuda deity of Wisdom, is assassinated at the hands of an alleged Vinyatian assassin. Mortal hands had never before slain a deity. As tensions between the rival nations of Garuda and Vinyata soared under a long Tikor night, a bloody battle erupted between the two sides. A truce was called once the truth of the news surrounding the assassination was called into question, but not before irreversible damage to both sides was done.
Despite the armistice between bitter enemies, the wounds of that day will forever linger. The world heaves as the one constant, the gods themselves, waver.