In a time after the world's longest war between man Mystical beings and aliens from a distant planet, where the world was left desolate and mankind became the peasants over ruled by White haired white eyed magical beings once only known in myths who answered only to the Grey alien beings that ruled from the heavens in a craft that appeared to be the size of the moon. Came a Dwarf and a Fairrien who knew little about their true purpose until their paths cross with a Dark skinned Warrior with no memory of who he is or how he had gotten there realizing that he was in a time that was not his own his new found friends named him Xela but they realize as they travelled that the young man had abilities far greater than any human or being they knew, On a mission to save the dwarfs captured brethren they meet up with the young girl Katie who Xela seemed bound to protect, they find themselves on an adventure through the lands of a dark twisted world where they find themselves pursued by the Orcus. While Across the lands a Young shaolin female monk travels to bring a scroll to the Nymphs of the black forest encountering a large cat with the ability to become invisible together they escape the clutches of one of the 12 (also known as the faceless ones) fierce beings that obey no one but the Greys. With a black mist filling the planet and the prophesy of Michel de Nostradamus coming to pass and rebellions once again starting is there time for the small group to stop the pending doom of earth and its inhabitants?

             Walter Hummingbird has got some problems. He doesn't have much to say. He's very shy and doesn't have any friends. He doesn't keep in touch with his family much anymore. Walter is a very sneaky and uncouth man. He's a sad man. He spends his unproductive days in a dreamlike nightmarish state, where he kills people (in many gruesome ways) inside his head. These murders become a reality. But, Walter Hummingbird wasn't always this mean and nasty. When he was younger, before his teenage years, Walter was liked and accepted by his friends and family. Also, he felt wanted and loved by his family. People believed he was nice, warm, funny and kind. But one day people turned against Walter - they teased and taunted him because he had become depressed. He had forgotten how to smile. Poor Walter had become sad and had forgotten how to take a joke. When Walter didn't smile anymore, people treated him differently. People never liked when he wasn't that happy kid. Walter had become aloof and silent. His friends and family told him he wasn't any fun anymore - that he was too sensitive and needed to toughen up. He had become insecure and people hated him. They said he had become a bore. They said he had become a sorry and dangerous man because he stopped being able to take a joke. People had to watch their backs. Instead of becoming happy like he once was, Walter acted out his hatred, revenge and murder on people inside his head to impede and fuel his inner feelings of rejection and rage. As he aged nothing changed in his mind - his mind had become worse. The only way Walter could handle his ill mind was to write. Writing delayed the sickness in his mind. Walter always wanted to be a writer. Writing became his only saviour from the past teasing. Will his loneliness, bitterness, confusion and pain be saved by his passion for the written word? Or will his mind sink deeper into madness?

          We had come to a new moment. The West was moving into an era of post-racial, post-gender, post-class, post-colonial politics. Those for whom the 60's were an icon of emancipation remained nostalgic; the old symphonies were still playing, but much of the packed gallery had moved off in search of another concert. Yet the world remained haunted. The specter of de-humanisation stalked the earth still; persistent in its ugly conversion of humans into objects. Amidst the economic system teetering like the house of cards it always was, the value of human beings fell, rose, and fell again. The Peaceweaver is a very different kind of book. Part literature, part social psychology, it is a lyrical exploration of the human landscapes of our time. In a highly original style and format, the Peaceweaver is a passionate evocation of the need to defend the value of humans. From the warp and weft of difference and indifference, a tapestry is woven in which the human landscapes are invaded by possibility. Innovative, intriguing social commentary weaves with narrative examples that read like a novel. The result is both an audit of were we are in relation to the endemic devaluation of our fellows and an advert for a different way of looking at the world. The Peaceweaver shows why learning the lessons of the 20th century is a vital imperative for resolving the global challenges of the 21st century.