Chapters (43)
- Acknowledgements
- Preface to Gardens of the Moon redux
- DRAMATIS PERSONAE
- Gardens of the Moon
- Prologue
- BOOK ONE – PALE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- BOOK TWO - DARUJHISTAN
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- BOOK THREE - THE MISSION
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- BOOK FOUR- ASSASSINS
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- BOOK FIVE - THE GADROBI HILLS
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- BOOK SIX - THE CITY OF BLUE FIRE
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- BOOK SEVEN - THE FÊTE
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- GLOSSARY
- TITLES AND GROUPS
- ASCENDANTS
- THE WORLD OF SORCERY
- PLACE NAMES
- DARUJISTAN AND ENVIRONS
City? There was a city within Moon's Spawn?
A dun tone had entered Rake's eyes. 'I cannot defend an entire Moon. I cannot be everywhere at once. And as for Tayschrenn, he didn't give a damn about the people around him. I thought to dissuade him, make the price too high ...' He shook his head as if perplexed, then he looked to Baruk. 'To save the home of my people, I retreated.'
'Leaving Pale to fall—' Baruk shut his mouth, cursing his lack of tact.
But Rake merely shrugged. 'I didn't anticipate that I'd face a full assault. My presence alone had been keeping the Empire at bay for almost two years.'
'I've heard the Empress is short of patience,' murmured Baruk thoughtfully. His eyes narrowed, then he looked up. 'You have asked to meet with me, Anomander Rake, and so here we are. What is it you wish from me?'
'An alliance,' the Moon's lord answered.
'With me? Personally?'
'No games, Baruk.' Rake's voice was suddenly cold. 'I'm not fooled by that Council of idiots bickering at Majesty Hall. I know that it's you and your fellow mages who rule Darujhistan.' He rose and glared down with eyes of grey. 'I'll tell you this. For the Empress your city is the lone pearl on this continent of mud. She wants it and what she wants she usually gets.'
Baruk reached down and plucked at the frayed edge of his robe. 'I see,' he said, in a low voice. 'Pale had its wizards.'
Rake frowned. 'Indeed.'
'Yet,' Baruk continued, 'when the battle was begun in earnest, your first thought was not for the alliance you made with the city but for the well-being of your Moon.'
'Who told you this?' Rake demanded.
Baruk looked up and raised both hands. 'Some of those wizards managed to escape.'
'They're in the city?' Rake's eyes had gone black.
Seeing them, Baruk felt sweat break out beneath his clothes. 'Why?' he asked.
'I want their heads,' Rake replied casually. He refilled his goblet and took a sip.
An icy hand had slipped around Baruk's heart and was now tightening. His headache had increased tenfold in the last few seconds. 'Why?' he asked again, the word coming out almost as a gasp.