The epic conclusion to Crowns of Silver & Ash In the Silver City to sing is to breathe. Every note from the skalds' harps is a diamond, every sound from their mouths a gift. But west away across the mountains, where the King of Ashes sits his throne, the Sons of the Father are on the march, their lust for plunder matched only by their want to make kindling of the kingdom's every fiddle, lute and lyre...