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Blood and Bone (2012)
Malazan Empire 5

In the western sky the bright emerald banner of the Visitor descends like a portent of annihilation. On the continent of Jacuruku, the Thaumaturgs have mounted another expedition in a bid to tame the neighbouring wild jungle. Yet this is no normal wilderness. It is called Himatan, and it is said to be half of the spirit-realm and half of the earth. And it is said to be ruled by a powerful entity who some name the Queen of Witches and some a goddess: the ancient Ardata.

Saeng grew up knowing only the rule of the magus Thaumaturgs—but it was the voices from that land's forgotten past that she listened to. And when her rulers launch their invasion of this jungle, those voices send her and her brother on a desperate mission.

To the south, the desert tribes are united by the arrival of a foreign warleader, a veteran commander in battered ashen mail men call the Grey Ghost. This warrior leads these tribes on a raid unlike any other, deep into the heart of Thaumaturg lands.

While word comes to K'azz, and mercenary company the Crimson Guard, of a contract in Jacuruku. And their employer? Could it be the goddess herself...

Source: Bantam Books

 

  DRAMATIS PERSONAE

THAUMATURG VILLAGERS
Saeng, A descendant of local priestesses
Hanu, Her brother

HIMATAN VILLAGERS
Oroth-en, Village headman
Ursa, A female warrior

THE MOUNTAIN BANDITS
Kenjak Ashevajak, The Bandit Lord
Loor-San
Myint
Thet-mun

OF THE THAUMATURG
Golan, Commander of the Army of Righteous Chastisement
U-Pre, Second in Command
Thorn, Principal Scribe of the army
Waris, An officer of the army
Pon-lor, A newly trained Thaumaturg
Tun, An overseer of the army (similar to a sergeant)
Surin, The Prime Master of the ruling Circle of Masters

SERVANTS OF ARDATA
Rutana, A witch
Nagal, A warrior
Citravaghra, The '˜man-leopard'
Varakapi, The '˜man-ape'

OF THE TRIBES OF THE ADWAMI
Jatal, A prince of the Hafinaj
Andanii, Princess of the Vehajarwi
Ganell, A chief of the Awamir
Sher' Tal, Horsemaster of the Saar
Pinal, Horsemaster of the Hafinaj
The Warleader, A mercenary commander
Scarza, His lieutenant

OF THE CRIMSON GUARD AVOWED
K'azz D'Avore, Commander
Shimmer, A captain
Gwynn, A mage, once of Skinner's company
Lor-sinn, A mage
Turgal
Cole
Amatt

OF THE DISAVOWED
Skinner, Captain
Jacinth, Lieutenant
Mara, A mage
Petal, A mage
Red, A mage
Shijel, Weaponmaster
Black the Lesser
Hist
Leuthan

OF THE MALAZAN MERCENARIES
Yusen, Captain
Burastan, Lieutenant
Murk, A mage
Sour, A mage
Ostler, A soldier
Tanner, A soldier
Dee, A soldier
Sweetly, A scout

OTHERS
Ardata, Also known as the Queen of Witches
The Queen of Dreams, Also known as the Enchantress, T'riss
Ina, A Seguleh, of the top thousand fighters, the Jistarii
The Witch Queen, Also known as the Queen of Monsters, Ardata
Old Man Moon, An elder
Ripan, One of his offspring
Sister Spite, Daughter of Draconus
Osserc, A Tiste Liosan, worshipped by some as a sky god
L'oric, Son of Osserc
Gothos, A Jaghut

Blood and Bone (2012)
Bantam Press

 

Blood and Bone (2012)
PS Publishing

 

Blood and Bone (2012)
PS Publishing

 

Blood and Bone (2012)
Tor Books

 

Book Excerpt

In the third moon of the third year of the Great Drought, we put out to sea from the estuary of Holy Ubaryd. On the fifteenth day of the third moon we arrived at an island of the barbarian Falarese. From then on, we were harassed by contrary winds, which delayed our arrival. Further, we encountered treacherous fields of ice that could only be navigated with the greatest care. It was not until the eleventh moon when we finally dropped anchor at the mouth of a great river. Certain it is that so short a visit cannot encompass all the customs and peculiarities of this country, yet we may at least outline its principal characteristics.
—Ular Takeq
Customs of Ancient Jakal-Uku

GHOSTS RULED THE jungles of Jacuruku. Saeng remembered staying awake through the night as she strained to understand their whispered calls. Somehow their murmuring beckoned so much more seductively than her own dreams. One of her earliest memories was of walking alone through moonlit leaves hunting for the source of the jungle's voice. She'd been utterly self-composed and without fear—as only a child could be. Long into her wandering she distinctly recalled a hand taking hers and guiding her through the dense fronds and stands of damp grasses back to the village. Her mother swept up then, her face wet with tears, to squeeze her to her bony chest while Saeng calmly explained that everything was all right. That there was no need to cry. That a friend had brought her back.

And of course later everyone swore to seeing her wander in from the dark alone.

Since then the leagues of impenetrable jungle surrounding the village had held no fear for her. A dangerous and, she could admit, rather reckless attitude in a land where flower garlands and prayer scarves festooned trees in honour of countless spirits, restless dead, ghosts, lost forgotten gods, and far too many missing children and adults.

Growing up she continued to steal away into the woods whenever she could. And there among the hanging vines and leaves dripping night-mist the old spirits of the land came to her and she learned many forgotten things. In the morning she would return from her wanderings through the jungle tracks, her legs and feet sheathed in mud and grass and webs tangled in her hair. At first her mother beat her and twisted her ears. 'You are no low-bred farmer's daughter!' she would screech. 'We come from an ancient family of priestesses and seers!'

And often, during the midday meal, her mother would take her hands and always it would be the same story: 'Saeng,' she would begin, as if so disappointed in her. 'Our family has kept the old faith. Not like these ignorant fools surrounding us with their grovelling to idols, charms and amulets. All these superstitious mouthings to earth goddesses, or beast gods, or the cursed God-King, or the Witch—all of these empty words. Or worse. Our family, we women, we descend from the original priestesses of the Sky and the Sun! We worship Light. Remember that! The Light that gives all life!'

Her mother would try to capture her gaze as if pleading with her to understand but she would glance away, mouthing, 'Yes, Mother.' Eventually her mother gave up even these exhortations and she was allowed to continue her wanderings in pursuit of the voices that whispered from the great green labyrinth that surrounded them.

As she grew older, and her mastery of the whispered teachings grew more assured, she found she could summon these ghosts, which she now knew as the dreaded land and ancestor spirits, the Nak-ta. And as her skills advanced these spirits and shades came to her from ever further into the ancient gulf of the land's past. And each commanded greater and greater puissance in the manipulation of their talents. In the murmurings of these restless dead she learned how to bind the will of animals, how to interpret the voices of the wind, how to trick the senses, and how to tease knowledge from the earth itself. As she drifted, half asleep, it seemed to her that they stole close to her ears where they whispered of darker secrets. Of ancient forbidden charms, of lost deadly wards, and how to dominate the recesses of the human mind.

At first she thought nothing of this, even as the shades crowded ever nearer and proved ever more difficult for her to dismiss. Until one night the tenebrous clawed hand of one clutched her arm. Its voice was no more than the sighing of the wind through the leaves as it hissed, 'The High King will be well pleased with you.'

She remembered her shock at its frigid touch. 'All that was dust ages ago.'

'Nay, 'tis of the moment. No more foolishness from you.' It began to sink into the wet ground, yanking her down by the arm.

A yell shocked her even more then as a branch swung through the shade, dispersing it. She lay staring up at her elder brother, Hanu, while he glared about, branch readied. Strangely, all she felt was outrage. 'What are you doing here?' she demanded.

He pulled her up. 'You're welcome. I've been following you. And thank the ancestors for it, too.'

'What?' She danced away from him. '˜For how long?'

He shrugged his broad shoulders in the shadowed darkness. 'Whenever I can. Someone has to keep an eye out while you offer yourself up to these feral spirits.'

'˜I can control them.'

'Clearly not.'

'That one surprised me, that's all.' A sudden thought occurred to her and she drew closer, biting her lip. 'You're not…' you're not going to tell Mother, are you?'

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