By C.S. Friedman
A masterwork of delusion from the writer of Feast of Souls...
Kamala, a peasant lady, has claimed the strong sorcery of the Magisters as her own-the skill to attract at the energy of the human soul with out demise for it. yet in her upward thrust to energy she unearths herself hunted through the brotherhood, and flees to a land the place spells are warped through a deadly curse. A land that even Magisters fear...
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They'd made love as soon as. If it can be known as that. once they had traveled some distance adequate south that the screams of the Wrath may well not be heard, and had stolen sufficient sleep to revive their energy, he had woke up within the depths of the evening and reached out for her, and she or he, stirred by means of an analogous wordless want, had answered. lifestyles calling out to existence, within the shadow of destruction. It used to be speedy and determined and whilst it was once performed he lay in her hands shivering, and he or she understood why. No phrases have been provided, nor any requested for. a few issues defied the boundaries of language. within the morning they'd saddled up their horses and commenced on their manner once again. They by no means stated that evening. He by no means touched her back. from time to time she concept she observed anything flickering within the depths of these empty eyes, a tiny spark of human emotion that used to be suffering to wreck via to the outside. yet simply because she didn’t know the way to fan it properly—or if might be fanned at all—she enable it's. He had now not slept because then, and was once basically exhausted, yet maybe he deemed that larger than nightmares. watching on the land sooner than them now—windswept plains cloaked in tall grass, with patches of dense brush, a unique universe fullyyt than the land that surrounded the Spear—he instructed her, “You don’t need to do that for me. ” “It’s secure here,” she guaranteed him. “My spells will paintings competently now. ” “Safe for me. now not for you. ” The tiny spark flickered in his eyes for a second, a quick defiance. “We don't ask our witches to renounce their life-essence for us until there is not any different selection. ” “You didn’t ask for it,” she mentioned. “Transporting anyone bills you dearly, does it now not? ” “It charges a lot soulfire. ” in truth, the transportation of residing creatures was once some of the most high priced projects within the sorcerous lexicon. removal a sentient being from one position and materializing him in one other with all his residing structures intact—not to say his memories—was the last word try of any sorcerer. Or any witch, for that topic. the associated fee in athra was once tremendous. The slightest mistake can be deadly. “But that's my predicament, no longer yours. ” She had already taken the mandatory precautions. once it had appeared that her powers have been reliable once again she had long past off by way of herself to burn out her present consort. even though she’d had no concept how a lot athra she had wasted in her fight to shape-shift close to the glen—or even how lengthy the fight had taken—she had felt she couldn't manage to pay for the chance of wasting realization at a few inopportune second. It used to be the 1st time she had ever performed one of these factor, yet she knew the speculation of it good adequate. Waste the athra in unnecessary routines, drain one’s consort of the final of his life-essence, and strength the following Transition to happen, claiming a clean resource of lifestyles. It took strangely little time to do; it seems that her consort used to be approximately exhausted. an insignificant whisper of sorcery used to be all that used to be had to drain him of what little power was once left. It used to be a humbling discovery. actually, if she had no longer compelled the problem now, whilst it used to be quite secure to take action, she may good have misplaced her strength in the course of a few extra precarious approach similar to transportation.