"terrific fantasy ... intriguing ...


imaginative...Five Stars"


--Readers Favorite

"A good old fashioned quest-style fantasy tale with enough blood and guts to satisfy horror fans too. Good fun!"


            -- The Grim Reader


"An enjoyable, entertaining and epic tale ... If dark fantasy, even darker technology, complex characters and an even more complex world are your bag, look no further."




"Damn, but this was a whole lot of pulp, sci-fi, adventure fun."


             -- Beauty in Ruins


"A five-star time travel novel for the 21st century.  Highly recommended ... the talented Mr. Cavallo enters a genre of notable time travel books, most recently Thomas Davison’s Past is Present, Douglas E. Richards’ Split Second and Stephen King’s 11/22/63. But Cavallo distinguishes himself amongst the pack ...  Eye of the Storm is one book that is guaranteed to grip you from the get go. Read it. "


               --Best Thrillers


"Conan-esque pulp fantasy adventure set in a land that time forgot .... the writing is full of confidence and verve ... Highly entertaining ... Expect violence, death and gore."


               --Unlimited Book Reviews


"This alternate universe is satisfyingly different from most fantasy creations, blending paranormal and fantasy worlds with a deft attention to creating an action-packed story that is hard to predict and replete with fresh, original scenarios...stands above others in the fantasy/alternate universe genre."


               --Midwest Book Review


"Cavallo spins a fast-paced tale in his latest read...with a unique cast and setting...a flurry of twists and turns...quite a page turner, Eye of the Storm is bound to be a favorite among fantasy enthusiasts."


                -- Red City Review 


"To say Mister Cavallo’s story is original may be an understatement....He has built a vibrant world, full of mystery and wonder, with things both familiar and foreign and created something that is fun to read. Because of this, the story takes some unexpected twists and turns, which left us impressed and yearning for more."


                 -- Fantasia Reviews


"A fun fantasy read that involves different dimensions...swords and magic...definitely unique."


                  --Svetlana's Reads


"An explosive combinations of wizards, queens, multiple worlds and so much more...a fanastic universe, a lot of action...it's mind-blowing."


                   --Lilly's Book World


           No one dared to interrupt the king-shaman, the god-king, as many had begun to call him. Guards remained at their posts by the entrance to the White Steps and also near the upper Dragon Aerie, but they were nothing more than ceremonial positions. He had not come down from the heights of Vul Karthe since the Pestilence had fled, now many days past. And he offered no hint of when he intended to emerge from his solitude.

Atop his sanctum on the holy mountain, with only the beast Vhora Vulka in his company, Azreth remained within the Eye of the Storm, standing apart from time and space, while simultaneously a witness to all of the mysteries of eternity. An absence that the people of Tulkoras regarded as only a matter of days, was to him the passing of many lifetimes. He contemplated infinity in every instant.

            He saw universes blasting into existence, cosmic seas where fundamental forces intertwined and broke apart amid infernos of plasma and exotic particles. He saw it happen over and over, across planes upon planes of existence, until there were too many to count. Each with their own laws, their own constants and their own peculiarities.

He saw stars and planets forming out of the interstellar dust. He watched as they burned against the cold vacuum of space, changing and moving over the eons, only to fade into embers or explode in titanic collapses.

            He saw life grow on a billion worlds, in a multitude of dimensions, brewing in seas of primordial soup, creeping up from the depths on flippers and forelimbs. He saw civilizations rise and fall, cultures emerge, mature and then wither away. He even spied the events of individual lives, seeing the same patterns repeat in endless cycles: love and hate, jealousy and generosity, despair and hope.

            All of existence was there for him. Everything was his to see, and to share. Except one thing. As he studied eternity, Azreth began to realize that there was one line of existence he could not see. No matter where he looked, how far or how deep into the multiverse. Something was always missing. One future that was hidden from him.


            His own. And he did not know why.