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With the demon dactyl and its foul minions defeated, the war-weary citizens of the kingdom of Honce-the-Bear wish only to begin rebuilding their broken lives. Yet the specter of civil war haunts the ravaged land--and a specter more fearsome still. For the demon, though defeated, was not destroyed. And now its vengeful spirit has found an unholy sanctuary.

The elf-trained ranger Elbryan Wynden presses north to reclaim the savage Timberlands from retreating goblin hordes. His ...

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Overview

With the demon dactyl and its foul minions defeated, the war-weary citizens of the kingdom of Honce-the-Bear wish only to begin rebuilding their broken lives. Yet the specter of civil war haunts the ravaged land--and a specter more fearsome still. For the demon, though defeated, was not destroyed. And now its vengeful spirit has found an unholy sanctuary.

The elf-trained ranger Elbryan Wynden presses north to reclaim the savage Timberlands from retreating goblin hordes. His companion, Pony, mistress of gemstone magic, turns south to the civilized--but no less perilous--streets of Palmaris. Suddenly they find themselves caught up in a ruthless power struggle to decide the fate of all Corona--a struggle that will push their courage and love to the breaking point . . . and beyond.

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"SALVATORE'S STRONGEST FANTASY TO DATE . . . [His] potent mixture of detailed historical context, well-rounded characters, brisk pacing, and exciting battle scenes make for a consuming read."
--Publishers Weekly

"UNFORGETTABLE . . . Another rousing and masterful DemonWars adventure . . . A must-read for all fans of Salvatore's work."
--Realms of Fantasy

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
This extension (after The Demon Spirit) of the adventures of ranger Elbryan and his lover, Pony, may be Salvatore's strongest fantasy to date. Aided by his friends, the elf Juraviel and the sly centaur Bradwarden, Elbryan fights valiantly for the freedom of the northern lands of Honce-the-Bear--freedom from the schemes of the Abellican Church, the evil Dwarves and the royal authority of King Danube Brock Ursal. Meanwhile, Pony, who is carrying Elbryan's child, heads back south to Palmaris, which has come under the authority of the sinister sorcerer Bishop Marcalo De'Unnero. Pony is determined to avenge the death of her adoptive parents--even if doing so means risking her life, and her child's. Salvatore's potent mixture of detailed historical context, well-rounded characters (including secondary figures torn by conflicted loyalties to their church and state), brisk pacing and exciting battle scenes make for a consuming read. Author tour. (Mar.)
Library Journal
In the belief that they have destroyed the demon Bestesbulzibar, Elbryan the ranger and his lover Jilsepone undertake separate journeys to bring peace to a troubled kingdom only to discover that their infernal foe has survived and taken refuge in the heart of the Abellican Church. Salvatore excels in worldbuilding and creating complex, introspective characters who triumph through wit and determination as well as skill in open combat. The prolific author of the Dark Elf trilogy and the Spearwielder's Tales brings his Demon Wars trilogy to a grim conclusion in a fantasy saga that foreshadows further tales of the land of Corona. A good choice for most fantasy collections.
Kirkus Reviews
Third part of Salvatore's trilogy following The Demon Awakens (1997) and The Demon Spirit (1998). It's round three of the struggle against the insidious demon dactyl, also known as Bestesbulzibar (you didn't really think he'd been killed in part two, now, did you?). As before, the resistance is led by the elf-trained ranger, Elbryan Wyndon, the vengeful mage Pony with her gemstone-magic, the wise old elf Juraviel, and other familiar characters. Finally this time the good guys realize that their enemies are clad in holy guise. Father Abbot Markwart, supported by Bishop De'Unnero and the gemstone-magic-powered Abellican monks, is convinced that he talks to God. No prizes for guessing who his real correspondent is, or what will happen to him.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345391544
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/28/2000
  • Series: DemonWars Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 544
  • Sales rank: 220,662
  • Product dimensions: 6.86 (w) x 4.06 (h) x 1.18 (d)

Meet the Author

R.A. Salvatore
R. A. Salvatore was born in Massachusetts in 1959. His first published novel was The Crystal Shard. He has since published more than two dozen novels, including The Demon Awakens, The Demon Spirit, The Halfling's Gem, Sojourn, The Legacy, Starless Night, and Star Wars® The New Jedi Order: Vector Prime, the thrilling first book in an exciting new series. He lives in Massachusetts with his wife, Diane, and their three children.

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Well, I just turned 50, but I'm still a clean-up hitter on the softball field. A couple of years ago, I found myself in horrible shape and feeling lousy all the time, and so, with the help of my wonderful and beautiful wife of 25 years, I started taking my health seriously again. Now I feel better than I did when I was 40. Fit Camp three times a week and yoga and softball and all the rest.

The other thing that I've come to learn about myself is that R. A. Salvatore and Bobby Salvatore are two different people (and I much prefer Bobby, thank you very much). It's not that I lie to readers at book signings, or anything like that, it's just that the things that are important to me are the little things in life: my family, my home. Writing is what I do, but it's not who I am. I remember one time about 20 years ago, I went back to where I had worked to see my brother, who still worked there. Gary was a few years older, and was, of course, my hero. An associate found us in the parking lot and nudged my brother, asking him what it felt like to have a younger brother who was so much more successful than he.

Gary, of course, took it all in stride, turning what might have been an awkward moment into a joke. Gary died a few years later and I'll never forget the lines of mourners -- grown men crying like babies. He was such a big part of the community, as a friend and a coach to so many kids over the years.

That brought me back to the parking lot and the awkward moment, and the truth of it all: I was not and have never been more successful than my brother, and nothing I can do as a writer will get me there. Only the things I do as a human being, a father, a neighbor, a friend, can bring me into his league.
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The room was dark, the curtains drawn, but the ranger could see the gray of the predawn sky around their lace-trimmed edges. Instinctively he reached behind him, seeking the comforting, warm feel of his lover's body, but she was not there.

Elbryan rolled over, surprised. Pony was not in the bed, nor even in the room, he realized as his eyes adjusted to the gloom. With a groan, for he was not accustomed to sleeping in any bed, let alone a soft one--and this one was especially pillowy, for the folk of the towns had given the ranger the finest bed in Caer Tinella--Elbryan rolled off the bed to his feet, straightened, and stretched. He went to the window, noting that Pony's fine sword was not beside his own. That did not alarm him, though; as he came more fully awake, he could guess easily enough where she was.

When he pulled aside the curtains, he found that it was later than he had believed. The sky was thick with gray clouds, but he could tell that the top half of the sun was already peeking over the horizon. And the days this time of year were shortest of all, for they were now in the month of Decambria, the twelfth and last, and the winter solstice was less than three weeks away.

A scan of the forest north of the town showed the ranger the expected firelight. He went through a series of slow, exaggerated movements then, sliding low to the floor then back up, arms wide stretching, as he limbered up his six-foot three-inch, two-hundred-and-ten-pound, muscular frame. Then he pulled on his clothes and cloak quickly, wanting to join his love, and took up the magnificent Tempest, his elven-forged sword, the sword of his uncle Mather, the emblem of his position as ranger.

His room was on the northern edge of town, as he had requested, and so he saw few of the townsfolk as he rushed away--past a corral and the skeletal remnant of the barn he and Juraviel had burned on one escape from the monsters who had previously held Caer Tinella--and out into the forest.

A blanket of snow had settled thickly about the region only a week ago, but the weather had turned warmer since then. Now a low fog clung above the ground, blurring the trails, hiding the leafless branches. But the ranger knew the small, sheltered field he and Pony had chosen for their morning ritual: the elven sword dance, bi'nelle dasada.

He came upon her quietly, both not wanting to disturb her and also to glimpse her at the dance in its truest form.

And then he saw her and his heart was softened, and all his body felt warm.

She was naked, her feminine frame veiled only by the morning mists, her strong muscles glistening as they moved through the perfectly balanced interplay of bi'nelle dasada, weaving a wondrous dance of balance and motion. Elbryan could hardly believe how much he loved her, how much the sight of her thrilled and moved him. Her thick blond hair was longer now, reaching several inches below her shoulders and trailing her with every turn, as the sparkle of her blue eyes seemed to lead her. She held Defender, a fine, slender sword, its silverel blade shining in the dull morning light or sparkling suddenly with an orange flare whenever it caught the reflection of the campfire she had lit nearby.

The ranger crouched and continued to admire her, thinking it ironic, for it used to be Pony who spied on him at bi'nelle dasada in the days when she desired to learn the intricacies of the dance. How well she had studied! His admiration was twofold--one part of him impressed by the beauty of her movements, the level of harmony she had achieved in so short a time, and the other based in simple lust. He and Pony had not been intimate in several weeks, not since before the end of summer on the road to St.-Mere-Abelle to rescue Bradwarden, when she had unexpectedly broken their vow of abstinence and seduced him. Elbryan had tried to repeat that passionate scene several times since, but Pony had steadfastly refused. Looking at her now, he was nearly overwhelmed. Her allure was undeniable, the smoothness of her skin, the soft curves of her honed body, the movements of her hips, her legs, so shapely and strong. Elbryan could not imagine anyone more beautiful or enticing. He realized that he was breathing more heavil y, that he was suddenly very warm--and though the day was not cold for the season, the air was surely not warm!

Embarrassed, feeling then that he was invading Pony's privacy, the ranger pushed the lustful thoughts from his mind and fell fully into the meditative calm afforded him by his years of discipline with the Touel'alfar. Soon he left Elbryan Wyndon behind, taking on the calm attitude of Nightbird, the warrior title given him by the elves.

He untied his cloak and let it fall to the ground, then quietly pulled off the rest of his clothing. Taking Tempest in hand, he walked from the brush. So deep in concentration was Pony that she did not notice his approach until he was within a stride of her. She turned to face him, startled, and did not match his smile with her own.

Her expression, jaw set firm and blue eyes blazing intently, caught Nightbird off guard. He was even more surprised when Pony moved suddenly, throwing her sword into the ground near his feet so forcefully that its tip dug inches into the hardened earth.

"I--I did not mean to disturb you," the ranger stammered, at a loss, for he and Pony had shared bi'nelle dasada for weeks, had sword-danced together since he had taught it to her, the two working as one that they might bring their fighting styles and movements into perfect harmony. Also, both of them had come to substitute the sword dance for a different form of intimacy, the one that they had agreed they could not now share.

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First Chapter

"They was all ripped," the man said. "Their guts was spillin' out. One of 'em had his heart laying open on his chest! I'm not for knowing how many bites the cat took of each."

"And ye're thinkin' this to be needed?" the woman protested to Captain Kilronney.

Kilronney turned a plaintive look upon Elbryan, but the ranger had his hand up, signaling that he would not press the issue further. He didn't need to. No hungry cat would leave as tempting a morsel as a heart uneaten, and no cat would spend the energy killing fleeing people when there was a fresh kill to be eaten. If the man's description of the scene was accurate, then the Baron had not been killed by any natural beast.

And of course that led Elbryan to even more disturbing thoughts. He had seen the gemstones at work many times, had spoken with Avelyn about them at length, and knew of one that could transform a man's arm into an animal's paw.

"The men about the Baron," the ranger began calmly, "did you know them all?"

"One was a friend," the witness replied. "And I seen the others with him before. The Baron's closest guard, they were!"

The ranger nodded. "I have heard that another--not a soldier--was traveling with Baron Bildeborough."

"The little fellow," the woman remarked. "Yeah, we heared o' him."

"And was his body at the camp?"

"Didn't see 'im," the witness replied.

That gave Elbryan a bit of relief but didn't confirm anything. The cat, if it was a cat, might have dragged Roger away to eat. Even more plausibly, the monk, if it was a monk, might have taken Roger prisoner, seeking information about Elbryan and Pony.

"What is your course?" he asked the Palmaris leader.

"We come ridin' to tell Captain Kilronney o' the Baron, as runners have been sent in every direction," she replied.

"The death of the Baron holds tremendous implications for Palmaris," Shamus Kilronney remarked, "especially following so closely on the murder of Abbot Dobrinion."

"The city's been in brew all the season," the woman added. "The new abbot's just returned from another trip to St.-Mere-Abelle--some College of Abbots, whatever that might be meanin'--and now he's taken his place, and a bit more than that, but he's not without his rivals."

The ranger nodded, hearing the words as confirmation of his worst fears. He had once met the new abbot of St. Precious--only briefly but long enough to recognize that De'Unnero was an unpleasant man, full of fire and pride. Bildeborough's death left a gaping hole in the power structure--his only heir, Connor, was dead, as was Abbot Dobrinion--that Abbot De'Unnero would hasten to fill. And the fact that De'Unnero had gone back to St.-Mere-Abelle for this college made the ranger fear the abbot might have had a prisoner, Roger Lockless, in tow.

It seemed to Elbryan then that the Abellican Church was a great black monster, rising to block out the sun. He considered his journey to Aida to battle the dactyl and his trip to St.-Mere-Abelle to steal his friends from the clutches of the Father Abbot, and he understood that those two missions had not been so very different--not at all.

"And what course for you?" Elbryan asked Kilronney.

The man blew a helpless sigh. "I should return to Palmaris," he said, "to see if I can help secure the city."

"You are needed here," the ranger reminded. "Winter may strike hard at these folk and bring in monsters that they cannot overcome without your help. And then there is the matter of the caravan north, before the start of spring."

"Ye're not for comparin' the reopenin' o' the Timberlands to the security of Palmaris?" the woman protested incredulously, moving closer to the captain and locking him with an intense gaze--one that reflected familiarity, Elbryan noted, thinking again that there might be a family relation here.

The ranger looked at Kilronney, but the captain only shrugged, defeated by the simple logic of the woman's statement.

"What of the powrie band in the west?" the ranger asked, for he and Kilronney had previously discussed their plans concerning one troublesome band of bloody cap dwarves who had not left the region, looming as a threat to any who might venture outside the secure area of Caer Tinella and Landsdown.

"We will deal with them at once," Shamus Kilronney offered.

The woman soldier began to protest.

"And then, if the weather holds and leaves the road clear, my men and I will turn to the south," Shamus said in a tone that left no room for debate.

The woman growled and turned away to stare intently at the ranger.

"I give you Nightbird," Captain Kilronney said, finally introducing him.

The ranger lifted his chin slightly but did not bow.

"Nightbird?" the woman asked, her expression sour. "A strange name."

"And this is Sergeant Colleen Kilronney of the Palmaris guard," Shamus explained.

"Your sister?" the ranger asked.

"Cousin," replied Shamus, somewhat distastefully.

"From the better part o' the family," Colleen was quick to put in, and Elbryan couldn't tell if her tone was serious or not. "Oh, me cousin's learned to speak so proper and pretty for courtin' ladies in Ursal. He's even been to the King's dinner table."

Shamus glowered at her, but she just gave a derisive laugh and turned to the ranger.

"Well, Master Nightbird--" she began.

"Just Nightbird," the ranger explained.

"Well, Master Nightbird," Colleen went on without missing a beat, "seems ye've got yer fight with the bloody caps. Me and me soldiers'll go along for the fun. We're all a bit troubled by the happenin's in Palmaris, and it might be good for us to take out our worrys on the powries."

The other two Palmaris soldiers, grim-faced, nodded.

Shamus Kilronney said, "We have not much time. The battlefield must be chosen and prepared."

"Ye make yer own battlefield when ye draw yer sword," stubborn Colleen put in.

Elbryan eyed the captain and then his cousin. There was an intense rivalry here, obviously, and the ranger understood that such feelings could lead to disaster in a fight. "I will learn where the powries have gone and choose the appropriate ground for our attack," he said, and he walked from the tent.

"Ye're a bit trustin'," he heard Colleen complain.

"None can prepare a battlefield better than Nightbird," Shamus was saying as Elbryan, shaking his head and smiling, mounted Symphony and started away. His amusement over Colleen Kilronney was short-lived, though, lasting only as long as it took him to consider again the grim news the woman had delivered.

He found Pony nearing the encampment even as he was leaving it, and he trotted Symphony over to her.

She eyed him suspiciously, and she knew even before he began to speak that something was wrong.

"Baron Bildeborough was murdered on the road, before he ever got near Ursal," Elbryan said, sliding down to stand beside his wife, "along with all his guard--though no sign of Roger was discovered among the dead."

"Powries again?" came Juraviel's voice from the trees, dripping with sarcasm. "Same clan that killed Abbot Dobrinion, no doubt."

"That thought may hold more truth than you believe," the ranger replied. "Those who found the Baron say he was killed by a great cat, but while the wounds might prove consistent with such a creature, I doubt the motive will."

"Tiger's paw," Pony spat, referring to the gemstone the monks could use to transform their limbs into those of a great cat. She closed her eyes and put her head down, sighing deeply, and Elbryan draped his arm around her shoulders, sensing that she needed the support. Every new encounter or word about the Abellican Church weighed heavily on Pony; every action these monks engaged in that was so unholy, so against the principles that had guided dear Avelyn, only reinforced her grief for her lost parents.

"Palmaris is in turmoil," Elbryan said, speaking more to Juraviel. "Our time with Captain Kilronney and his soldiers grows short. We should dispatch that powrie band before we depart."

"And what of Roger?" Pony was quick to ask. "Are we to continue our duties here, even go further away, while he might be in terrible peril?"

Elbryan held his hands out helplessly. "There was no sign of Roger, among the dead or anywhere on the road," he explained.

"He may have been taken," Juraviel offered.

"If he has been sent to St.-Mere-Abelle, I will go back," Pony declared, her tone so cold that it sent a shiver through Elbryan. He suspected that she meant to go in through the front doors this time, and leave little standing in her wake.

"And if he has been taken, then of course we will go for him," Elbryan assured her. "But we do not know that, and in the absence of evidence, we must hold our trust in Roger and continue our planned course."

"But if we continue to the north, or go against the powries, how will we discern Roger's fate?" Pony protested.

It was a dilemma, but the ranger remained unconvinced that they should drop everything and go in search of Roger Lockless. The man was a survivor. When Elbryan and Juraviel had gone into Powrie-occupied Caer Tinella to rescue him, they had found him already free. "I have no answers," the ranger admitted. "I know that I must trust Roger. If he was killed on the road, then there is nothing I can do about it."

"You would not avenge a friend?" Pony's words cut deep.

Elbryan stared at her as if she were a stranger, some different person than the one he had come to love so dearly.

Pony couldn't match that stare. She lowered her head and sighed again. "Of course you would," she admitted. "I am afraid for Roger, that is all."

"We can send word to Belster O'Comely in Palmaris," Juraviel offered. "The city is too large for us to go wandering about in an attempt to locate Roger. But Belster, so centered in the town, might be able to glean some information."

"All gossip flows through Fellowship Way," Pony added hopefully.

"I will go to Tomas Gingerwart," Elbryan offered, "and secure a trusted courier."

"None would prove more trustworthy than I," Pony said as the ranger took a step away.

Elbryan stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes; it took a long while for him to secure control of his anger. Then he turned to her slowly, astonished that she would take such a step.

"I must go and meet with Bradwarden," Juraviel remarked. "We will scout out the powries and report this evening." And the elf was gone, leaving the two, who had hardly heard his words, to their conversation.

Copyright © 1999 by R. A. Salvatore

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2011

    Good read

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  • Posted October 25, 2010

    Unfulfilled!

    While I enjoyed this series, which begins with The Demon Awakes, I was extremely disappointed with the ultimate development of the characters. Pony, in particular, became an irrational and unenjoyable persona. Her descent into bitter vindictiveness lead to an unsatisfying and empty conclusion to what had been a fine story. And the concept that her actions would be elevated to heroic status is far from credible. All she did was cause the death of her husband and the loss of her child in the pursuit of personal vengeance. Frankly, I was disappointed that she, and not Nightbird, survived the final battle. I am at a loss as to whether or not to invest my time in the next books in the series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2004

    Good But...

    The story in its self is great. It has strong underlying themes and develops the characters beautifuly. I I have two problems with it: 1) It has a significant amount of adult situations 2) The ending (which I won't tell you) is greatly disappointing, leaving you with the feeling that nothing was accomplished.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2000

    Awesome story... for the most part.

    Salvatore has once again written a great adventure book. The action and adventure elements that RAS excels at are all there. The fights and suspense draw you into the book, which I throughly enjoyed. The ending was a little disappointing, hence only 4 stars otherwise it'd be 5. It would be nice if RAS would learn when to end a great epic like this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2000

    Demon Series worth reading

    I absolutely loved reading this series by Salvator. The story line was continuous throughout the series, and I was very surprised by the ending of the book. It leaves room for another series, and that will be one series guaranteed a spot on my bookcase (after I finish reading it, of course). I highly recommend these books to anyone.

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