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By J. V. Jones
The epic fourth novel of the Sword of Shadows fable seriesIn this strong saga of redemption and renewal, J. V. Jones brings to vibrant existence the fantastic tapestry of a global instantly desperately struggling with for survival opposed to supernatural monsters and hire through internecine battle. The frozen land on the north of the area used to be governed by means of a mythical country of superhuman warriors. yet that age has handed, leaving old clans to fight for dominance as supernatural forces past their keep an eye on threaten their very existence.Amid the chaos of world-changing violence, not going heroes emerge. An undesirable warrior, a forsaken girl of strength, the betrayed widow of a slain extended family leader: those are the heroes emerging to assert what has been taken from them and to reshape the world.In a sharply saw narrative that illuminates those riven lives, Jones has crafted a human drama filled with the buzz, suspense, and sheer storytelling strength that experience made the Sword of Shadows a fable sequence that transcends style to turn into a memorable story of human striving and triumph that speaks to readers as have few others.
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His fellow cragsman had carted his failing body north to the Rift and given him a choice. Jump into the deepest crack in the earth and die an honorable death, or cross it and join the Maimed Men. Addie had chosen to live. Most clansmen would have jumped. Raif had been born into Blackhail, the oldest and hardest of clans, and of all the Hailsmen he knew he could not imagine one of them leaving Blackhail to become a Maimed Man. Clansmen were proud. They had few good words to say about people who weren’t clan, and nothing but curses for Maimed Men.
Two darkening ovals on his face panel showed the damp weight of his breath. “You have the wrong man,” Raif warned him before he had a chance to speak. ” Tallal said nothing. Raif had the sense that the lamb brother was controlling the impulse to call him a self-deluding fool. Time passed as they faced each other. Raif saw himself inverted—a speck in Tallal’s eye. “I wish you water to weep,” the lamb brother said finally. The double-edged blessing of the Scorpion Desert. Raif accepted it like a blow.
A few minutes later when he moved on to deer jerky, he tapped Raif on the arm and passed him a stick of the black and leathery meat. No words passed between them but Raif understood that while the cheese had come from the lamb brothers the jerky had been cured by Addie himself. The chewed in silence, their jaw muscles aching as they worked long cycles on each bite. After Addie swallowed his final mouthful, he nodded at the northern sky. “Hawk’s been up there since noon. ” Raif frowned at the last of his jerky—Addie must have cured it with cement.