His mother was already squatting beneath the first of the cows. He left the animals in the barns and opened the hay stores, slopped the pigs, and ran to fetch a wooden milk bucket.
Some chores could wait a day, but the stock still needed to be fed and the cows milked. Behind Arlen, the door to the house opened, and he knew his mother would be there, covering her mouth with both hands.Īrlen returned to his work, not needing to be told to hurry. His father had friends among the Cutters. One long and two short meant south and east. There was a pause, and then the horn blew twice in rapid succession. A quiet dread built in his gut as he waited in the morning stillness, hoping that it had been his imagination. Mist still clung to the air, bringing with it a damp, acrid taste that was all too familiar. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.Īrlen paused in his work, looking up at the lavender wash of the dawn sky. THE WARDED MAN | THE DESERT SPEAR | THE DAYLIGHT WAR | THE SKULL THRONE | THE CORE Together, they will stand against the night. His grim journey will take him beyond the bounds of human power.Ĭrippled by the demons that killed his parents, Rojer seeks solace in music–only to discover that music can be a weapon as well as a refuge.īeautiful Leesha, who has suffered at the hands of men as well as demons, becomes an expert healer. Now, with hope for the future fading, three young survivors of vicious demon attacks will dare the impossible, stepping beyond the crumbling safety of the wards to risk everything in a desperate quest to regain the secrets of the past.Īrlen will pay any price, embrace any sacrifice, for freedom. Night by night the demons grow stronger, while human numbers dwindle under their relentless assault. and stopped their advance.īut those days are gone. Once, under the leadership of the legendary Deliverer, and armed with powerful wards that were not merely shields but weapons, they took the battle to the demons. Once, men and women battled the corelings on equal terms. For hundreds of years the demons have terrorized the night, slowly culling the human herd that shelters behind magical wards–symbols of power whose origins are lost in myth and mystery, and whose protection is terrifyingly fragile. They possess supernatural strength and powers and burn with a consuming hatred of humanity. And gigantic rock demons, the deadliest of all. The time has come to stand against the night.Īs darkness falls each night, the corelings rise–demons who well up from the ground like hellish steam, taking on fearsome form and substance.
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