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Their loss. Josh Im has known Hazel since college, where her zany playfulness proved completely incompatible with his mellow restraint. From the first night they met—when she gracelessly threw up on his shoes—to when she sent him an unintelligible email while in a post-surgical haze, Josh has always thought of Hazel more as a spectacle than a peer.

But now, ten years later, after a cheating girlfriend has turned his life upside down, going out with Hazel is a breath of fresh air. Not that Josh and Hazel date.

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See it through. Then, louder, taking a deep breath. I would rule. My brother, all of Ardan. Then silence, thick and heavy as the cobwebs that draped the trees. Evnis felt a trickle of sweat slide down his forehead.

What is your price? Rhin held her knife out. See it through, see it through, see it through, Evnis repeated silently, like a mantra.

He clenched his teeth tightly together, gripped the knife, his palm clammy with sweat and drew it quickly across his other hand. Curling his fingers into a fist, he stepped forward, thrusting it into the steam above the iron pot.

Blood dripped from his hand into the cauldron, where it immediately began to bubble. A force like a physical blow slammed into his chest, seemed to pass through him.

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He gasped and sank to his knees, gulping in great, ragged breaths. The voice exploded in his head, pain shooting through his body. He screamed. Over two thousand years after it was written The world is broken.

The God-War has changed all things, Asroth's scheming, Elyon's wrath, corrupted and destroyed so much. Mankind has vanished, annihilated or fled these shores, and we are so few, now.

We giants, Sundered, the one clan split beyond all reconciliation. A thousand years I, Halvor, have lived, Voice of the King.

Now great Skald is dead, his kin scattered. I shall not live a thousand more. I lament the past, I remember and weep.

I am still the Voice, though I do not know who will listen. But if I do not speak, do not write, then there will be nothing for those who follow. All that has happened would be forgotten.

And so I shall write a record. When the starstone fell we should have listened to mankind and turned our faces from it, but its power sang to us, called us. Just as Asroth planned. But that was not enough for him, the great deceiver.

He spread his deep malice and his lies amongst the Ben-Elim, until a host grew about him. The Kadoshim they became: Elyon saw, but could not bear to raise his fist against his beloved, and so war raged between the Kadoshim and the Ben-Elim, there in the Otherworld, the place of Spirit. Asroth was defeated and banished to a solitary portion of the Otherworld.

Then Elyon continued his plan of creation, making the worlds of flesh, of which earth was first. Giants and men were created as lords of this earth, immortal overseers of all else that roamed or grew, and they lived in harmony with their creator and all that he had created.

And Asroth hated us. Asroth's starstone fell to earth, vast and filled with power. Somehow it carved a link between the world of flesh and spirit, between the earth and the Otherworld. Men were fearful of this strange object, but the giants forged from it, made items of wonder and power, great Treasures. First was the cauldron, its power used to heal.

Then a torc, given to Skald, the giant's king, and a necklace for Nemain, his queen. Asroth used the starstone to spread his influence on earth, whispering, corrupting. Skald was slain, the first murder, his torc stolen, and death entered the world, immortality stripped from all things as Elyon's punishment and warning.


Then came the Sundering. War erupted, giant fighting against giant, and the one clan became many. More Treasures were carved from the starstone, this time things of war: And finally a cup, said to bring strength and long life to all who drank from it.

The mantle of death fell upon the world as war spread. Mankind was caught in it, giving their oaths to the giant clans in the hope of capturing the Treasures and restoring their immortality. Blood was spilt in rivers, and Asroth rejoiced.

Finally, Elyon's wrath was stirred.

He visited his judgment upon the earth, which we named the Scourging. The Ben-Elim were let loose, spreading his judgement in fire and water and blood. Seas boiled, mountains spewed fire and the earth was broken as Elyon set about destroying all that he had created. When his judgement was almost complete Elyon heard something, echoing in the Otherworld.

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The laughter of Asroth. Elyon realized the extent of his foe's deception, saw that all had been done to bring him to this point. In horror he ceased the Scourging, leaving a remnant alive. Elyon's grief was beyond all comprehension.

He turned from us, from all creation, and retreated to a place of mourning, cut off from all things. He is there still. The Ben-Elim and Kadoshim abide in the Otherworld, their war eternal. Asroth and his fallen angels seeking to destroy us, the Ben-Elim striving to protect us, a token of their abiding love for Elyon.

And here in the world of flesh the breath of life goes on. Some strive to rebuild what was lost in this place of ash and decay. As for me, I look upon the world and mourn, here in Drassil, once-great city, heart of the world. Now broken, failing, like all else. Even my kin are leaving: Forn is too wild, too dangerous, now, they say, and we are too few.

North they are going, abandoning all. Abandoning me. I shall not leave. I dream now, and in those dreams are glimpses, perhaps, of what may come to be, a voice whispering.

Of Asroth's return, the deceiver made flesh, of the Ben-Elim's last great stand, and of the avatars waging the God-War once more. I shall stay and tell my tale, hope that it may serve some purpose, that eyes shall see it and learn, that the future will not repeat the mistakes of the past.

That is my prayer, but what use is prayer to a god that has abandoned all things. Dewdrops suddenly sparkled. Corban looked up and blinked as sunlight spilt across the meadow. The morning had been a colourless grey when his attention first wandered. His mother was deep in conversation with a friend, and so he'd judged it safe for a while to crouch down and study the spider at his feet.

He considered it far more interesting than the couple preparing to say their vows in front of him, even if one of them was blood kin to Queen Alona, wife of King Brenin.

I'll stand when I hear old Heb start the handbinding, or when Mam sees me, he thought. Crouched and balancing on the balls of his feet as he was, he could do little other than fall on his side in the wet grass. He glimpsed a grinning face behind her as he was roughly brushed down.

Well, here's my answer: Now, pay attention, the ceremony is about to start. She released Corban and looked over her shoulder.

His mam was still looking over her shoulder, up at Dun Carreg. The ancient fortress sat high above the bay, perched on its hulking outcrop of rock. He could hear the dull roar of the sea as waves crashed against sheer cliffs, curtains of sea-spray leaping up the crag's pitted surface. A column of riders wound their way down the twisting road from the fortress' gates and cantered into the meadow. Their horses' hooves drummed on the turf, rumbling like distant thunder. At the head of the column rode Brenin, Lord of Dun Carreg and King of all Ardan, his royal torc and chainmail coat glowing red in the first rays of morning.

On one side of him rode Alona, his wife, on the other Edana, their daughter. Close behind them cantered Brenin's grey-cloaked shieldmen.Storm Front - Jim Butcher. He knew where he was going, had walked the path many times before, though never at night.

Josh Im has known Hazel since college, where her zany playfulness proved completely incompatible with his mellow restraint. The laughter of Asroth. Then a torc, given to Skald, the giant's king, and a necklace for Nemain, his queen. Amgowendds gmail. Leave a comment Don't remember me. On one side of him rode Alona, his wife, on the other Edana, their daughter. The night the sisters turn sixteen, the battle begins.

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