By Carol Berg

Everybody in Navronne appears to be like after Valen. there's the fanatical Harrower priestess, Sila Diaglou, who desires to raze the dominion. The Bastard Prince Osriel, who steals lifeless men's eyes. And the Pureblood Registry, decided to maintain each pureblood sorcerer in thrall. Even beings out of fable, the Danae guardians, whose dancing nurtures the earth and whose awareness may turn out the most expensive of all.

As Navronne sinks deeper into civil battle and dangerous iciness, Valen reveals himself a bargaining chip in a perilous standoff. Doomed to insanity by means of his dependancy to the doulon, and sure via oaths he refuses to desert, the younger sorcerer hazards physique and soul to rescue one baby, search justice for one other, and produce the sick land its righteous king. but nobody is who they appear, and Valen's look for therapeutic grace leads him from Harrower dungeons to the very middle of the area. within the twilight of a legend, he at final discovers the demanding fact of the arrival darkish age and the wonderful, bad rate of the land's redemption...and his own.

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Though, in truth, if Osriel's visage was more dreadful than Voushanti's purple scars and puckered flesh, it would likely paralyze any who saw it. His Grace of Evanore had the nasty habit of mutilating the dead, and was reputed to consort regularly with the lord of the underworld. Argumentative murmurings on the winding stair slowed my fingers and stiffened Voushanti's spine as if someone had shoved a poker up his backside. The prior of Gillarine, a black-robed monk with a neck the same width as his shaven head, swept into the room, laden with drinking vessels and a copper pitcher.

Setting off alone on a mad chase through the worst winter in Navronne's history was a ludicrous idea for anyone, much less a man who was like to lose his mind at any hour. My unlikely nursemaid, a warrior whose presence turned men's bowels to water even before they glimpsed his mutilated face, blocked the doorway of the abbey guesthouse bedchamber. A pile of velvet and satin garments draped over his arm, and a pair of low-cut doeskin court boots--large enough they might possibly fit my outsized feet--dangled from his thick fingers.

The weight of Osriel's attention slowed my words. "Yet this morning's excursion occurred over his objections, and only after a monkish potion laid him low--he has reaped his proper harvest for that slip of attention. I instructed you to obey him as if his word were my own. " The questions and accusations nipped at my skin like the claws of demon gatzi. I kneaded my hands at my back, expecting to feel bloody pricks and scratches. Hold on to your mind, Valen, I thought. No supernatural power exists in this room.

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