Excerpt from CURSE OF THE MISTWRAITH:

     "Light," said Asandir, "and shadow, granted intact upon conception.  That's enough to destroy the Mistwraith, but only if the half-brothers work jointly.  I'll add that our princes are opposites with a heritage of bloodfeud between them."
     Sensitized to the cold, deadly burden of the weapon in his lap, Dakar shivered.  "Do the princes understand their gifts?"
     "One does."  A log fell.  Sparks flurried across an acid silence.  Then Asandir reached down and tested the sword's cruel edge with his finger.  "Athera's sunlight might be perilously bought."