Chapters (61)
- Cover
- Title page
- Dedication page
- Cast of Characters
- Map
- Epigraph page
- EXTRACT FROM: The Book of the Fallen
- CHAPTER ONE: BLEDA
- CHAPTER TWO: DREM
- CHAPTER THREE: RIV
- CHAPTER FOUR: DREM
- CHAPTER FIVE: SIG
- CHAPTER SIX: BLEDA
- CHAPTER SEVEN: SIG
- CHAPTER EIGHT: RIV
- CHAPTER NINE: DREM
- CHAPTER TEN: RIV
- CHAPTER ELEVEN: DREM
- CHAPTER TWELVE: SIG
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN: BLEDA
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN: SIG
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN: DREM
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN: RIV
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: DREM
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: BLEDA
- CHAPTER NINETEEN: SIG
- CHAPTER TWENTY: DREM
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: RIV
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: DREM
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: RIV
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: DREM
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: SIG
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: DREM
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: RIV
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: SIG
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: RIV
- CHAPTER THIRTY: BLEDA
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: DREM
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: RIV
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: DREM
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: BLEDA
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: Drem
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: RIV
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: DREM
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: SIG
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: RIV
- CHAPTER FORTY: DREM
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: RIV
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: SIG
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: RIV
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: DREM
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: BLEDA
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: SIG
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: RIV
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT: DREM
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE: BLEDA
- CHAPTER FIFTY: SIG
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE: RIV
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- BY JOHN GWYNNE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
By some mutual consent the two figures stopped and faced one another. Bleda strained to see them, but the starlight was weak and shifting all the time. The taller one was clothed in cloak and furs, seemed dressed for winter travel.
‘This is as far as I can come,’ the shorter one said, a woman’s voice. Bleda heard Riv hiss, her body become tense as a warrior’s under inspection. ‘You must go on alone, now.’
‘I don’t want to,’ the taller one said. Also a woman.
‘I wish I could come further, be with you through—’
‘No. I mean, I don’t want to do this. Any of it.’
A silence.
‘You have to. You have no choice,’ the shorter woman said.
‘There’s always a choice,’ the taller one answered, a whisper.
‘Aye, and you made yours. Now you must see it through. The bad with the good.’
‘What good!’ the tall one spat. ‘I tell you now, the only reason I’m leaving is because I cannot bear one more day around them. If I am I might . . .’ A hand reached to a sword hilt.
‘Don’t be an idiot,’ the shorter one. ‘Go. Now.’
A sniffing sound, the taller one wiping at her eyes.
A silence, even Bleda’s own breath sounding loud in his ears. He could feel the tension leaking from Riv.
‘I don’t think I can do this,’ the tall one said into the quiet. ‘I . . . can’t.’
‘You must, else you’ll kill us all,’ the shorter one said, pushing something into the other’s hand. They embraced, a whispered goodbye, and then the tall one was striding along the road, turning off a dozen paces on, down the embankment on the far side and breaking into a loping run. Within moments she disappeared into the shadows of Forn Forest.
The shorter one stood still as stone, staring after her companion long after she’d disappeared. Just when Bleda thought he couldn’t bear it any longer she turned and marched back down the road, towards Drassil.
‘Wait,’ Riv whispered, her hand gripping Bleda’s wrist. He could feel the strength in her grip, iron-edged.
They stood there a hundred heartbeats. Then another hundred. Finally, Riv breathed out a long sigh and without a word walked back to the road. Bleda followed.
It may have been too dark for me to recognize them, but Riv knew who they were.
CHAPTER NINETEEN: SIG
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SIG