Warlord (The Hythrun Chronicles: The Wolfblade Trilogy, Band 3) - Softcover

Buch 3 von 3: The Hythrun Chronicles

Fallon, Jennifer

 
9780765348715: Warlord (The Hythrun Chronicles: The Wolfblade Trilogy, Band 3)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0765348713 ISBN 13: 9780765348715
Verlag: Tor Fantasy, 2008

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Grieving over the devastating loss of her closest confidante, Marla Wolfblade encounters a formidable adversary, while her son Damin finds his ability to fight invaders hampered by political factors, and mad Mahkas Damaran plots continued tyranny over the city of Krakandar. Reprint.

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Jennifer Fallon is the author of the bestselling Hythrun Chronicles, which began with the Demon Child Trilogy (Medalon, Treason Keep, Harshini). The Wolfblade Trilogy is setbefore the events of the Demon Child Trilogy, and follows the adventures of Damin Wolfblade's mother, Her Highness Marla Wolfblade of Hythria. Jennifer Fallon lives in Australia.

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Chapter One
 
Kalan Hawksword had discovered a great deal about herself in the past few days. And a great deal about her friends and family, people she thought she knew almost as well as herself. She’d learned her Uncle Mahkas had a capacity for cruelty that defied reason and that her brother, Damin, wasn’t nearly as asinine as she’d feared. She had learned her cousin Leila was capable of taking her own life out of despair, and that the coolest head in a crisis that she had ever encountered was Tejay Lionsclaw. She had learned Rorin Mariner’s healing power had severe limits and that if you asked the gods for help, you’d better be prepared for the consequences if they said yes.
 
But mostly, she’d learned nothing was ever as simple or straightforward as it seemed.
 
Kalan glanced furtively along the narrow, crooked street before knocking on the door of the safe house. She wore a plain cloak over her silken gown to hide its obvious quality, but she suspected it meant little down here where the very air smelled of watchful suspicion. Although she’d left her horse with its silver-trimmed tack and imported Medalonian saddle back at the stables of the Pickpocket’s Retreat and walked the few streets to the safe house, strangers were noticed down here in the back streets of the Beggar’s Quarter. The locals might not know who she was, but they were certain she didn’t belong here.
 
Fyora opened the door for her. Wiping her muddy feet on the coir mat, Kalan slipped into the small, unremarkable house as Fee closed and locked the door behind her. The court’esa’s face was grim as she pushed past Kalan and the narrow staircase into the dim main room with its barely adequate fire. Two narrow benches were lined up at right angles to the hearth and a rough wooden table with three stools was shoved against the wall on her right, but there was no sign of Starros. For a moment Kalan feared the worst. Before she could say anything, however, she heard something breaking in the other room and raised voices. Turning to Fyora, she raised her brow with a questioning look.
 
“He’s not happy,” Fee remarked unnecessarily.
 
“Would you be happy waking up to find the woman you love is dead and your friends have sold your soul to the God of Thieves?”
 
Fee shrugged. “In Starros’s place, I’m not sure what I’d be feeling right now.”
 
Fyora didn’t seem all that interested in discussing it further. She left Kalan standing in the small front room, disappearing through another door near the staircase. The smell of something delicious cooking wafted in from the kitchen when she pushed open the door, and then faded again as it swung shut behind her. A few seconds later the door to the other room flew open and slammed against the wall, making the whole house shake. Starros stalked toward the front door, clearly planning to leave the house, but he stopped when he saw Kalan.
 
“Come to check on your handiwork, I suppose?” he asked, his voice heavy with scorn. “Take a good look, Kalan. You must be feeling very proud of yourself. See! Not a mark! Of course, I don’t seem to own a soul any longer, but what the hell? Who needs a soul, anyway?”
 
He was right about his remarkable recovery. Three days ago they’d brought him here on a stretcher on the very brink of death—broken, bloodied and barely recognisable. The young man standing before her now was whole and unmarked, showing no sign of Mahkas’s days of torture and beatings. But the cost had been prohibitive. It was obvious Starros was just beginning to understand that.
 
Wrayan emerged from the other room behind him and stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his arms crossed. He looked weary. “There’s no point getting angry at Kalan,” he said. “It’s not her fault.”
 
“You told Leila I was dead!” Starros accused. “She was your friend. How could you do that to her? To us?”
 
“I’m so sorry, Starros,” Kalan replied, tears welling in her eyes. She didn’t need Starros to remind her how much of the blame she carried for Leila’s suicide. “Mahkas made me . . .”
 
“You should have let me die, too!” he declared.
 
“We couldn’t!”
 
“Why not? Because I’m so damned important to the royal house of Wolfblade? Or because none of you wanted the guilt of two innocent deaths on your hands?”
 
“If I’d realised bringing you back from the brink of death was going to turn you into an ungrateful halfwit,” Wrayan remarked, still leaning against the door, “I would’ve left well enough alone.”
 
“Nobody asked you to bring me back, Wrayan!” Starros pointed out furiously, turning on the thief.
 
“Actually, Damin Wolfblade asked me to bring you back,” Wrayan corrected. “You remember him, don’t you? Big blond chap with the power of life and death over you, me and everyone else in the province? Oh, that’s right . . . he’s your best friend, too, as I recall.”
 
“A friend would never have sold my soul to a god!”
 
“Maybe that’s something you should take up with Damin,” Wrayan suggested. “In the meantime, lay off Kalan. She’s on your side, in case you’ve forgotten.”
 
“Where is my friend, then?” Starros demanded. “Where is Damin?”
 
“He left the city yesterday,” Kalan explained. “Heading for Elasapine.”
 
“Running away?”
 
Kalan shook her head, wondering how long Starros could sustain his rage. She’d never seen him like this before. “Hablet of Fardohnya is reportedly massing his troops behind the Sunrise Mountains for an invasion. Damin left with Adham and Rorin and Almodavar and two and a half thousand Raiders. They’re heading to Byamor first, to collect Narvell and all the Elasapine troops Grandpa Charel will let him have, so they can hold Hablet off until Wrayan and I can get to Greenharbour to warn my mother.”
 
Starros took a deep breath, as if his rage needed fuel to sustain it and it was being starved because nobody would fight with him. “So I was what? Just a passing aside? A footnote?” He turned to Wrayan again. “Did he ask you to put me back together again because he didn’t have time to deal with me?”
 
“That’s surprisingly close to how it happened,” Wrayan agreed.
 
Starros’s shoulders sagged suddenly. He sat down on the bench near the fire, putting his head in his hands for a time, and then looked up at them, his eyes filled with despair. “Does he know what he’s done to me?”
 
Wrayan shrugged. “Probably not.”
 
“Does he care?”
 
“Probably not.”
 
“Why did you do it?” Starros asked Wrayan. He sounded more curious than angry now. “And don’t give me any of that he is my...

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Tor Fantasy
Erscheinungsdatum
2008
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0765348713
ISBN 13 
9780765348715
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