The secret war among the Shadows of the Name is escalating, and there are hints that it is not so secret as the Shadows had thought. The scarred man, Donovan buigh, half honored guest and half prisoner, is carried deeper into the Confederation, all the way to Holy Terra herself, to help plan the rebel assault on the Secret City. If he does not soon remember the key information locked inside his fractured mind, his rebel friends may resort to torture to pull it from his subconscious.
Meanwhile, Bridget ban has organized a posse—a pack of Hounds—to go in pursuit of her kidnapped daughter, despite knowing that Ravn Olafsdottr kidnapped the harper precisely to lure Bridget ban in her wake. The Hound, the harper, and the scarred man wind deeper into a web of deceit and treachery certain of only one thing: nothing, absolutely nothing, is what it seems to be.
Yes!!! I simply cannot wait to read this book. I love the Banners, too. That's the kind of attention to detail that makes Spiral Arm so great.
ReplyDeleteThe 2nd of July is so far away, though. And this book may cause my family to become frustrated when I spend all of our Independence Day picnic reading.
Wheee!!!
ReplyDeleteAwaiting the hour!
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ReplyDeleteIX. Never Do What You Said You’d Do
What ploys, o harper, do the Fates dispose
Our timely plans so to disconcert,
Planting their confusions and perplexities
To wriggle wormlike through our minds?
Be we the authors of our own acts?
Belike but froth upon great Ocean’s foam,
Teased by winds while darker currents
Down below direct our course.
Our destination’s purposed by the breeze
Howe’er we set our sails. Fair dawning brings
What e’er the Fates do weave, until Fate cuts the strings.
X. At the Capital of All the Worlds
The far-lit dawn does night’s decay foretell
And in her pitiless glow do future hopes
Pile earth upon the hopes of elder days.
O merciful Night! That thou dost shroud
The ranks of tombs and gravestones proud
Whereunder aspiration now decays,
And clear of buried dreams and tropes
Draws skyward gazes, the which do dwell
Upon far better beacons, more lofty themes.
Today is the wreckage of yesterday’s dreams.
ლამაზი პოეზია! The poetry really sets the themes. Few authors are so well versed in poetry, philosophy, linguistics, physics, et cetera as to create such a rich fictional universe.
DeleteYes, very definitely looking forward to this read.
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