Janny Wurts - The Ships of Merior

JANNY WURTS

The Ships of Merior

The Wars Of Light And Shadows: Volume 2

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To my husband,

Don Maitz,

with all my love;

for understanding of desperate, long deadlines

above and beyond the call of duty.

This one’s for you.

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Title Page JANNY WURTS The Ships of Merior The Wars Of Light And Shadows: Volume 2

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Dedication Dedication Dedication I. MISCREANT II. VAGRANT III. FIRST INFAMY IV. CONVOCATION V. MASQUE VI. CRUX VII SHIP’S PORT VIII. RENEWAL IX. SECOND INFAMY X. MERIOR BY THE SEA XI. DISCLOSURE XII. ELAIRA XIII. WAR HOST XIV. VALLEYGAP TO WERPOINT Keep Reading Glossary Acknowledgments About the Author Also by the Author About the Publisher To my husband, Don Maitz, with all my love; for understanding of desperate, long deadlines above and beyond the call of duty. This one’s for you.

I. MISCREANT

II. VAGRANT

III. FIRST INFAMY

IV. CONVOCATION

V. MASQUE

VI. CRUX

VII SHIP’S PORT

VIII. RENEWAL

IX. SECOND INFAMY

X. MERIOR BY THE SEA

XI. DISCLOSURE

XII. ELAIRA

XIII. WAR HOST

XIV. VALLEYGAP TO WERPOINT

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On the morning the Fellowship sorcerer who had crowned the King at Ostermere fared northward on the old disused road, the five years of peace precariously reestablished since the carnage that followed the Mistwraith’s defeat as yet showed no sign of breaking.

The moment seemed unlikely for happenstance to intrude and shape a spiralling succession of events to upend loyalties and kingdoms. Havish’s coastal landscape with its jagged, shady valleys wore the mottled greens of late spring. Dew still spangled the leaf-tips, touched brilliant by early sunlight. Asandir rode in his shirtsleeves, the dark, silver-banded mantle lately worn for the royal coronation folded inside his saddle pack. Hair of the same fine silver blew uncovered in the gusts that whipped off the sea; that tossed the clumped bracken on the hill crests and fanned gorse against lichened outcrops of quartz rock. The black stud who bore him strode hock-deep in grass, alone beneath cloudless sky. Wildflowers thrashed by its passage sweetened the air with perfume and the jagging flight of disturbed bees.

For the first time in centuries of service, Asandir was solitary, and on an errand of no pressing urgency? The ruthless war, the upsets to rule and to trade that had savaged the north in the wake of the Mistwraith’s imprisonment had settled, if not into the well-governed order secured for Havish, then at least into patterns that confined latent hatreds to the avenues of statecraft and politics. Better than most, Asandir knew the respite was fated not to last. His memories were bitter and hurtful, of the great curse cast by the Mistwraith to set both its captors at odds; the land’s restoration to clear sky bought at a cost of two mortal destinies and the land’s lasting peace.