Some men shine so brightly in their heroism, as they bask in the glory of the Gods' halls, that the seed they leave on the earth is like chaff.

With his ninth novel, The Last Light of the Sun, Kay plunges us headlong into the world of Norse and Celtic legend. Breathing life into his world, devised from the cultural interplays of our own history, he builds a tale of hardship from cradle to grave. The lives that pass through this coarse world are all on journeys of their own, some flowing for a time with the same currents that drive the fate of men who would be heroes.

Overlaid, as has become his trademarks, is the shredding tapestry of faith: the evolution of man's belief and the reality that belief itself creates. As men stand by the faith they know to be flawed - for how can one hold fast to faith when one has beheld that which doctrine dictates does not exist, when the avenues both pious and sacrilegious have denied prayer - the world moulds itself to reinforce the reality of fallacy. Man, through conviction, kills the world that birthed him.

He goes to his grave to glorify the imagery of his own faith: belief is reality.

The intertwining of lives as Kay depicts it, heartless as stone, raw sting of the salt of the sea, is magic; far beyond the forbidden old world that man chooses to abandon for a newer faith. Harsh and strong. The making of legend. Song.