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Chapters (25)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. CHAPTER ONE - Sakarpus
  6. CHAPTER TWO - Hûnoreal
  7. CHAPTER THREE - Momemn
  8. CHAPTER FOUR - Hûnoreal
  9. CHAPTER FIVE - Momemn
  10. CHAPTER SIX - Marrow
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN - Sakarpus
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT - The River Rohil
  13. CHAPTER NINE - Momemn
  14. CHAPTER TEN - Condia
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN - The Osthwai Mountains
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE - The Andiamine Heights
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Condia
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN - Cil-Aujas
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN - Condia
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN - Cil-Aujas
  21. Interlude: Momemn
  22. House Anasûrimbor
  23. What Has Come Before …
  24. Acknowledgements
  25. Also by R. Scott Bakker

For centuries the Consult had evaded their old foe, the School of Mandate, by creating doppelgangers, spies who could take on any face, any voice, without resorting to sorcery and its telltale Mark. By capturing and torturing these abominations, Moënghus learned that the Consult had not abandoned their ancient plot to shut the world against Heaven, that within a score of years they would be able to resurrect the No-God and bring about a second Apocalypse. For years he walked the innumerable paths of the Probability Trance, plotting future after future, searching for the thread of act and consequence that would save the world. For years he crafted his Thousandfold Thought.

Moënghus knew, and so prepared the way for Kellhus. He sent out his world-born son, Maithanet, to seize the Thousand Temples from within, so that he might craft the First Holy War, the weapon Kellhus would need to seize absolute power and so unite the Three Seas against the doom that was their future. What he did not know, could not know, was that Kellhus would see further than him, that he would think beyond his Thousandfold Thought …

And go mad.

Little more than an impoverished wayfarer when he first joined the Holy War, Kellhus used his bearing, intellect, and insight to convince ever more Men of the Tusk that he was the Warrior-Prophet, come to save mankind from the Second Apocalypse. He understood that Men, who embrace baseless beliefs the way drunkards imbibe wine, would render anything to him, so long as they believed he could save their souls. He also befriended the Schoolman the Mandate had dispatched to watch the Holy War, Drusas Achamian, knowing that the Gnosis, the sorcery of the Ancient North, would provide him with inestimable power. And he seduced Achamian’s lover, Esmenet, knowing that her intellect made her the ideal vessel for his seed—for sons strong enough to bear the onerous burden of Dûnyain blood.

By the time the battle-hardened remnants of the campaign at last invested Holy Shimeh, he possessed the host body and soul. The Men of the Tusk had become his Zaudunyani, his Tribe of Truth. While the Holy War assailed the city’s walls, he confronted his father, Moënghus, mortally wounding him, explaining that only with his death could the Thousandfold Thought be realized. Days later Anasûrimbor Kellhus was acclaimed Aspect-Emperor, the first in a millennium, by none other than the Shriah of the Thousand Temples, his half-brother, Maithanet. Even the School of Mandate, who saw his coming as the fulfillment of their most hallowed prophecies, knelt and kissed his knee.

But he had made one mistake. He had allowed Cnaiür urs Skiötha, a Scylvendi chieftain who had accompanied him on his trek to the Three Seas, to learn too much of his true nature. Before his death, the barbarian revealed these truths to Drusas Achamian, who had harboured heart-breaking suspicions of his own.