Extract from Cry of the Newborn
848th cycle of God, 26th day of Solasrise
Haroq City, Atreska
Ten Tsardon. Marshal Defender Yuran. Six of his council. Every head turned to him. The Tsardon didn’t recognise him of course. But that was as far as his fortune went. Yuran swore and stood, his chair squealing backwards and rocking, almost falling. It was enough to have the nervous Tsardon do the same. Hands went to sword hilts. One of them said something, a question.
‘I am very disappointed,’ said Jhered. ‘I didn’t ever dream you’d turn traitor.’
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Extract from Shout for the Dead
858th Cycle of God, 15th day of Dusasfall
It was the second time he had seen Icenga die.
The first time had been a fall. And through his magnifier Harban had seen the broken body and the stain of blood on the snow far below.
It was an unusual way for one of the Karku to die. Yet the body had gone by the time Harban had finished his descent and he had felt pure joy. No animal had taken Icenga. There were no drag marks but there was a single set of footprints leading into the maze of rocks. Hope flared within him. Immediately, he had known it could not be. Icenga could not possibly have survived such a fall.
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