Chapters (37)
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- DRAMATIS PERSONAE
- PROLOGUE
- BOOK ONE - RARAKU
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- BOOK TWO - WHIRLWIND
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- BOOK THREE – CHAIN OF DOGS
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- BOOK FOUR - DEADHOUSE GATES
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- GLOSSARY
- TRIBES OF THE SEVEN SUBCONTINENTS
- PLACE NAMES
- TITLES AND GROUPS
- ASCENDANTS
‘Go easy on that, lass,’ Kulp said from near the camp stove. ‘Best have your wits about you.’
‘Why? It’s not availed me yet, has it?’ In defiance, she drained the glass and held it up to be refilled. Her head was swimming, her limbs seeming to float. The servant splashed wine over her hand.
Nawahl had returned to his wide, padded chair, watching the three of them with a contented smile on his lips. ‘Mortal company, such a difference!’ he wheezed. ‘I am so much delighted, I need only bask in the mundane. Tell me, where do you seek to go? Whatever launched you on such a perilous journey? The rebellion? Is it truly as bloody as I have heard rumoured? Such injustice is ever repaid in full, alas. This lesson is lost, I am afraid.’
‘We’re going nowhere,’ Felisin said.
‘Might I convince you to revise your chosen destination, then?’
‘And you offer protection?’ she asked. ‘How reliable? What happens if we run into bandits, or worse?’
‘No harm shall come to you, my dear. A man who deals in sorcery has many resorts in defence of selves. Not once in all my travels have I been beset by nefarious fools. Accosted on occasion, yes, but all have turned away when I gifted them wisdom. My dear, you are positively breathtaking – your smooth, sun-honeyed skin is a balm to my eyes.’
‘What would your wife say?’ Felisin murmured.
‘Alas, I am a widower. My dearest passed through the Hooded One’s Gates almost a year ago to this day. Hers was a full, happy life, I am pleased to say – and that gives me great comfort. Ah, would that her spirit could arise and set you at ease with reassurances, my dear.’
Tapu skewers sizzled on the camp stove.
‘Mage,’ Nawahl said, ‘you have opened your warren. Tell me, what do you see? Have I given you cause for mistrust?’
‘No, merchant,’ Kulp said. ‘And I see nothing untoward – yet the spells surrounding us are High castings ... I am impressed.’
‘Only the best in protection of oneself, of course.’
The ground trembled suddenly and something huge pushed a brown-furred shoulder into the sphere opposite Felisin. The beast’s shoulder was almost three arm-lengths high. After a moment the creature growled and withdrew.
‘Beasts! They plague this desert! But fear not, none shall defeat my wards. I urge calm.’
Calm, I am very calm. We’re finally safe. Nothing can reach us—
Finger-long claws tore a swath down the sphere’s blurry wall, a bellow of rage ripping forth to shiver the air.
Nawahl surged upright with surprising speed. ‘Back, damned one! Away! One thing at a time!’
She blinked. One thing at a time?
The sphere glowed as the jagged tears closed. The apparition beyond bellowed again, this time in what was clearly frustration. Claws scored another path, which healed even as it appeared. A body thundered against the barrier, withdrew, then tried again.