Exile's Honor (Heralds of Valdemar Series #6)

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Alberich had spent most of his youth in the Karsite military schools training to be an officer. As the son of an impoverished mother, he had no other career choice open to him. And Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He developed expertise with many weapons and excelled in academic subjects with an ease that was the envy of his classmates. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, pushing himself ...

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Overview

Alberich had spent most of his youth in the Karsite military schools training to be an officer. As the son of an impoverished mother, he had no other career choice open to him. And Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He developed expertise with many weapons and excelled in academic subjects with an ease that was the envy of his classmates. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, pushing himself ruthlessly.
 
In battle, Alberich had always had a sort of “sixth sense” about things which were about to happen—when and from where the enemy would attack. Instinctively, he his this ability, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting “demon powers” which were the hallmark of Karse’s greatest enemy—the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were “cleansed” in the fires of Vkandis Sunlord.
 
Both Alberich’s skill and secret served him well in the army of Karse, and when Alberich became one of Karse’s youngest captains, he received a special gift—a powerful white stallion “liberated” from the enemy. But this honor was merely a distraction, for the Sunpriests had laid a trap which even Alberich’s strange foresight could not predict…
 
Saved from burning as a witch when this odd white stallion braved flames and carried him over the border into Valdemar, he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home, Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while helping to train the direst enemy of Karse?

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Editorial Reviews

VOYA
This latest of the Valdemar books is accurately billed as a stand-alone. It is not absolutely necessary to have read any of the other Valdemar novels to understand this one, but it certainly makes the experience richer. The tale centers on life in Valdemar after the Tedrel war and the death of King Sendar. The main protagonist is Alberich the Herald, who is a native Karsite, and the saga covers his life as the Collegium's Weaponsmaster and his extracurricular activities as a spy. He brings down a conspiracy to take over the Crown as well as consummates the relationship with Herald-Scribe Myste that was hinted at in Exile's Honor (DAW, 2002/VOYA June 2003). The conspiracy connects to the subplot of Selenay's grief at the loss of her father and her search for love. Of course, she falls in love with the prince from a neighboring kingdom, who aims to become Regent of Valdemar, and is found out and killed by Alberich. This novel is different from most of the others in the series in that it is primarily plot- and action-driven. There is a good deal less of the dry recitation of Valdemarian history and politics than usual, and what is included is inserted subtly into the story. Valdemar fans will gobble this one up, and with so little background knowledge needed, this title might lure new readers to the series. VOYA CODES: 4Q 4P S A/YA (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses; Broad general YA appeal; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12; Adult-marketed book recommended for Young Adults). 2003, DAW, 402p., Ages 15 to Adult.
—Marlyn K. Roberts
Library Journal
As Weaponsmaster of the Collegium, Herald Alberich has the responsibility of training the martial talents of the youth of Valdemar as well as the difficult task of protecting the realm's young Queen Selenay. While he struggles to overcome the prejudice of some of Valdemar's councilors, who remember when he was a captain in the army of Karse, a land hostile to Valdemar, Alberich also realizes that Queen Selenay faces a danger so subtle that he cannot quite give it a name until it is almost too late. The second book in Lackey's series about Alberich (Exile's Honor) not only develops the personality of its hero but also explores a young monarch's difficulties in gaining the respect of her peers and the confidence to rule in her own right. Recommended for most fantasy collections. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780756401139
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 10/28/2003
  • Series: Heralds of Valdemar Series , #6
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 316,468
  • Product dimensions: 6.74 (w) x 10.88 (h) x 1.01 (d)

Meet the Author

Mercedes Lackey is a full-time writer and has published numerous novels and works of short fiction, including the best-selling Heralds Of Valdemar series. She is also a professional lyricist and a licensed wild bird rehabilitator. She lives in Oklahoma with her husband, artist Larry Dixon, and their flock of parrots. She can be found at mercedeslackey.com.

Mercedes Lackey is a full-time writer and has published numerous novels and works of short fiction, including the best-selling Heralds Of Valdemar series. She is also a professional lyricist and a licensed wild bird rehabilitator. She lives in Oklahoma with her husband, artist Larry Dixon, and their flock of parrots. She can be found at mercedeslackey.com.

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First Chapter

PROLOGUE

SILVER stamped restively as another horse on the picket line shifted and blundered into his hindquarters. Alberich clucked to quiet him and patted the stallion's neck; the beast swung his head about to blow softly into the young Captain's hair. Alberich smiled a little, thinking wistfully that the stallion was perhaps the only creature in the entire camp that felt anything like friendship for him.

And possibly the only creature that isn't waiting for me to fail, hoping that I will, and ready to pounce on me and cut me to pieces when I do. Life for an officer of Karsite troops was spent half in defeating the enemies of Karse and half in watching his own back.

Amazingly gentle, for a stallion, Silver had caused no problems either in combat or here, on the picket line. Which was just as well, for if he had, Alberich would have had him gelded or traded off for a more tractable mount, gift of the Voice of Vkandis Sunlord or no. Alberich had enough troubles without worrying about the behavior of his beast.

He wasn't sure where the handsome and muscular creature had come from; Shin'a'in-bred, they'd told him. The Voice had chosen the beast especially for him out of a string of animals "liberated from the enemy." Which meant war booty, of course, from one of the constant conflicts along the borders. Silver hadn't come from one of the bandit nests, that was sure. The only beasts the bandits owned were as disreputable as their owners. Horses "liberated" from the bandits usually weren't worth keeping, they were so run-down and ill-treated.

Silver probably came from Menmellith via Rethwellan; the King was rumored to have some kind of connection with the horse-breeding, bloodthirsty Shin'a'in nomads.

Whatever; when Alberich lost his faithful old Smoke a few weeks ago he hadn't expected to get anything better than the obstinate, intractable gelding he'd taken from its bandit owner. But fate ruled otherwise; the Voice chose to "honor" him with a superior replacement along with his commission, the letter that accompanied the paper pointing out that Silver was the perfect mount for a Captain of light cavalry. It was also another evidence of favoritism from above, with the implication that he had earned that favoritism outside of performance in the field.

Talk about a double-edged blade. . . . Both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Not a gift that was likely to increase his popularity with some of the men under his command, and a beast that was going to make him pretty damned conspicuous in any encounter with the enemy. A white horse? Might as well paint a target on his back and have done with it.

Plus that's an unlucky color. Those witchy-Heralds of Valdemar ride white horses, and the blue-eyed beasts may be demons or witches, too, for all I know. The priests say they are. The priests call their owners the "Demon-Riders."

The horse nuzzled him again, showing as sweet a temper as any lady's mare. He scratched its nose, and it sighed with content; he wished he could be as contented. Things had been bad enough before getting this commission. Now There was an uneasy, prickly sensation between his shoulder blades as he went back to brushing down his new mount. He glanced over his shoulder, to intercept the glare of Leftenant Herdahl; the man dropped his gaze and brushed his horse's flank vigorously, but not quickly enough to prevent Alberich from seeing the hate and anger in the hot blue eyes.

No, indeed, the Voice had done Alberich no favors in rewarding him with the Captaincy and this prize mount, passing over Herdahl and Klaus, both his seniors in years of service, if not in experience. Neither of them had expected that he would be promoted over their heads; during the week's wait for word to come from Headquarters, they had saved their rivalry for each other.

Too bad they didn't murder each other, he thought resentfully, then suppressed the rest of the thought. It was said that some of the priests of Vkandis could pluck the thoughts from a man's head. It could have been thoughts like that one that had led to Herdahl's being passed over for promotion. But it could also be that this was a test, a way of flinging the ambitious young Leftenant Alberich into deep water, to see if he would survive the experience. If he did, well and good; he was of suitable material to continue to advance, perhaps even to the rank of Commander. If he did not well, that was too bad. If his ambition undid him, or if he wasn't clever enough to see and avoid the machinations of those below him, then he wasn't fit enough for the post.

That was the way of things, in the armies of Karse. You rose by watching your back, and (if the occasion arose) sticking careful knives into the backs of your less-cautious fellows, and ensuring other enemies took the punishment. All the while, the priests of the Sunlord, the ones who were truly in charge, watched and smiled and dispensed favors and punishments with the same dispassionate aloofness displayed by the One God. Karse was a hard land, and the Sunlord a hard God; the Sunpriests were as hard as both.

But Alberich had given a good account of himself along the border, at the corner where Karse met Menmellith and the witch-nation Valdemar, in the campaign against the bandits there. Frankly, Herdahl and Klaus put together hadn't been half as effective or as energetic as he'd been. He'd earned his rank, he told himself once again, as Silver stamped and shifted his weight beneath the strokes of Alberich's brush.

The spring sun burned down on his head, hotter than he expected without the breeze to cool him, hot as Herdahl's angry glare.

Demons take Herdahl. There was no reason to feel as if he'd cheated to get where he was. He'd led more successful sorties against the bandits in his first year in the field than the other two had achieved in their entire careers. He'd cleared more territory than anyone of leftenant rank ever had in that space of time and when Captain Anberg had met with one too many arrows, the men had seemed perfectly willing to follow him when the Voice chose him over the other two candidates.

It had been the policy of late to permit the brigands to flourish, provided they confined their attentions to Valdemar and the Menmellith peasantry and left the inhabitants of Karse unmolested. A stupid policy, in Alberich's opinion; you couldn't trust bandits, that was the whole reason why they became bandits in the first place. If they could be trusted, they'd be in the army themselves, or in the Temple Guard, or even have turned mercenary. He'd seen the danger back when he was a youngster in the Academy, in his first tactics classes. He'd even said as much to one of his teachers phrased as a question, of course, since cadets were not permitted to have opinions. The question had been totally ignored.

Perhaps because it wasn't wise to so much as hint that the decisions of the Sunpriests were anything other than divinely inspired.

But, as Alberich had predicted, there had been trouble from the brigands once they began to multiply; problems that escalated far, far past the point where their use as an irritant to Valdemar was outweighed by their effect as a scourge on Karse. With complete disregard for the unwritten agreements between them and Karse, they struck everyone, and when they finally began attacking villages instead of just robbing solitary travelers or going after single farms, the authorities deemed it time they were disposed of.

Alberich had spent a good part of his young life in the Karsite military schools and had just finished cavalry training as an officer when the troubles broke out. The ultimate authority was in the hands of the Voices, of course. The highest anyone not of the priesthood could expect to rise was to Commander. But officers were never taken from the ranks; many of the rank-and-file were conscripts, and although it was never openly stated, the Voices did not trust their continued loyalty if they were given power.

Alberich, and many others like him, had been selected at the age of thirteen by a Voice sent every year to search out young male children, strong of body and quick of mind, to school into officers. And there was one other qualification that at least half of them be lowborn, so that they were appropriately grateful to the Voices for their opportunity to rise in rank and station.

Alberich had all those qualities, developing expertise in many weapons with an ease that was the envy of his classmates, picking up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be equal ease.

It wasn't ease; it was the fact that Alberich studied long and hard, knowing that there was no way for the bastard son of a tavern wench to advance in Karse except in the army. There was no place for him to go, no way to get into a trade, no hope for any but the most menial of jobs. The Voices didn't care about a man's parentage once he was chosen as an officer, they cared only about his abilities and whether or not he would use them in service to his God and country. It was a lonely life, though. His mother had loved and cared for him to the best of her abilities, and he'd had friends among the other children of similar circumstances. When he came to the Academy, he had no friends, and his mother was not permitted to contact him, lest she "distract him," or "contaminate his purity of purpose." Alberich had never seen her again, but both of them had known this was the only way for him to live a better life than she had. And there had been a half-promise which he had no way of knowing was kept that if he did well at the Academy, his mother would be rewarded, perhaps with a little house of her own, if she could manage to keep herself from further sin. He had trusted in that particular Voice, though. The priest had no reason to lie to him and every reason to give his mother that reward. After all, Karse needed officers. . . . willing officers, and young boys eager to throw themselves into their studies with all the enthusiasm of youth in order to become those willing officers. Knowing that their parents would be taken care of provided plenty of incentive.

And he had done better than well. He had pushed himself harder than any of his classmates pushed themselves.

Friends? When did I have the time for friends? Up before dawn for extra exercise, all my spare time practicing against the older boys, and after dinner studying by the light of Vkandis' lamps in the Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

Alberich had no illusions about the purity of the One God's priesthood. There were as many corrupt and venal priests as there were upright, and more fanatic than there were forgiving. He had seen plenty of the venal kind in the tavern when they passed through his little mountain village on the way to greater places; had hidden from one or two that had come seeking pleasures strictly forbidden by the One God's edicts. He had known they were coming, looking for him, and had managed to make himself scarce long before they arrived. Just as, somehow, he had known when the Voice was coming to look for young male children for the Academy, and had made certain he was noticed and questioned. And that he had known which customers it was safe to cadge for a penny in return for running errands

Or that he had known that drunk was going to try to set the stable afire. Oh, that had been a tricky thing to manage to stay awake despite aching eyes that threatened to close long enough to be able to "stumble out of bed" and into the courtyard in search of a drink from the pump "just in time" to see the first flames. No matter how much noise is in a tavern, the sound of a child's shrill scream will penetrate it. No matter how drunk the inhabitants, the cry of "Fire!" will get the appropriate response.

Somehow. That was Alberich's secret. He knew things were going to happen. That was a witch-power, and forbidden by the Voices of the One God. If anyone knew he had it The Fires, and the Cleansing. Oh, of course, those whom the One God favors are supposed to be able to endure the Fires and walk from the ashes Cleansed. Not that anyone has ever seen that happen.

But he had also known from the time that the visions first came on him, as surely as he had known all the rest, that he had to conceal the fact that he had this power, even before he knew the law against it.

He'd succeeded fairly well over the years, though it was getting harder and harder all the time. The power struggled inside him, wanting to break free, once or twice overwhelming him with visions so intense that for a moment he was blind and deaf to everything else. It was getting harder to concoct reasons for knowing things he had no business knowing, like the hiding places of the bandits they were chasing, the bolt-holes and escape routes. But it was harder still to ignore them, especially when subsequent visions showed him innocent people suffering because he didn't act on what he knew.

He brushed Silver's neck vigorously, the dust tickling his nose and making him want to sneeze and between one brush stroke and the next, he lost his sense of balance, went light-headed, and the dazzle that heralded a vision-to-come sparkled between his eyes and Silver's neck.

Not here! he thought desperately, clinging to Silver's mane and trying to pretend there was nothing wrong. Not now, not with Herdahl watching But the witch-power would not obey him, not this time.

No Sunlord, help me, not now! He believed in the Sunlord, in His power and goodness, if not in the goodness of those who said they spoke for Him . . . A flash of blue light, blinding him

Then came sight again, but not of the picket line, but another place. Where? Where? Sunlord, where?

The bandits he'd thought were south had slipped behind him, into the north, joining with two more packs of the curs, becoming a group large enough to take on his troops and give them an even fight. But first, they wanted a secure base. They were going to make Alberich meet them on ground of their choosing. Fortified grond.

That this ground was already occupied was only a minor inconvenience, one that would soon be dealt with.

He fought free of the vision for a moment, clinging to Silver's shoulder like a drowning man, both hands full of the beast's silky mane, while the horse curved his head back and looked at him curiously. The big brown eyes flickered blue, briefly, like a half-hidden flash of lightning, reflecting another burst of sapphire. And now, now he knew where! The bandits' target was a fortified village, a small one, built on the top of a hill, above the farm fields. Ordinarily, these people would have no difficulty in holding off a score of bandits. But there were three times that number ranged against them, and a recent edict from the High Temple decreed that no one but the Temple Guard and the army could possess anything but the simplest of weapons. Not three weeks ago, a detachment of priests and a Voice had come through here, divesting them of everything but knives, farm implements, and such simple bows and arrows as were suitable for waterfowl and small game. And while they were at it, a third of the able-bodied men had been conscripted for the regular army.

Alberich's own troops had acted as silent guards for the process, to ensure that there were no "incidents" while the conscripts were marched away, while the weapons were taken or destroyed. Yes, he knew this place, knew it too well.

These people didn't have a chance.

The bandits drew closer, under the cover of a brush-filled ravine.

Alberich found himself on Silver's back, without knowing how he'd gotten here, without remembering that he'd flung saddle and bridle back on the beast No, not bridle; Silver still wore the halter he'd had on the picket line. Alberich's bugle was in his hand; presumably he'd blown the muster, for his men were running toward him, buckling on swords and slinging quivers over their shoulders.

Blinding flash of sapphire throwing him back into the vision, showing him what he would rather not see. He knew what was coming, so why must he see it? The bandits attacked the village walls, overpowering the poor man who was trying to bar the gate against them, and swarming inside. He couldn't close his eyes to it; the vision came through eyes closed or open. He would look because he had no choice.

It hadn't happened yet, he knew that with the surety with which he knew his own name. It wasn't even going to happen in the next few moments. But it was going to happen soon.

They poured inside, cutting down anyone who resisted them, then throwing off what little restraint they had shown and launching into an orgy of looting and rapine. Alberich gagged as one of them grabbed a pregnant woman and with a single slash of his sword, murdered the child that ran to try and protect her, followed through to her

The vision released him, and he found himself surrounded by dust and thunder, still on Silver's backbut leaning over the stallion's neck as now he led his troops up the road to the village of Sunsdale at full gallop. Hooves pounded the packed earth of the road, making it impossible to hear or speak; the vibration thrummed into his bones as he shifted his weight with the stallion's turns. Silver ran easily, with no sign of distress, though all around him and behind him the other horses streamed saliva from the corners of their mouths, and their flanks ran with sweat and foam, as they strained to keep up.

The lack of a bit didn't seem to make any difference to the stallion; he answered to neck-rein and knee so readily he might have been anticipating Alberich's thoughts.

Alberich dismissed the uneasy feelings that prompted. Better not to think that he might have a second witch-power along with the first. He'd never shown any ability to control beasts by thought before. There was no reason to think he could now. The stallion was just superbly trained, that was all. And he had more important things to worry about.

They topped the crest of a hill; Sunsdale lay atop the next one, just as he had seen in his vision, and the brush-filled ravine beyond it. There was no sign of trouble.

This time it's been a wild hare, he thought, and his skin crawled at the thought that he'd roused the men and sent them here at the gallop, and there were sure to be questions asked for which he had no answers.

And I answer what? That I wanted to see how quick they'd respond to an emergency? That would hardly serve.

He was just about to pull Silver up and bring the rest of his men to a halt no point in them running their horses into foundering

When a flash of sunlight on metal betrayed the bandits' location. Alberich grabbed for the bugle dangling from his left wrist instead, and pulled his blade with the right. He sounded the charge and led the entire troop down the hill, an unstoppable torrent of hooves and steel, hitting the brigands' hidden line like an avalanche.

—from Exile's Honor by Mercedes Lackey, Copyright © October 2002, Daw Books, a member of Penguin Putnam, Inc., used by permission.

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  • Posted April 24, 2010

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    Disappointing Installment in Lackey's Valdemar

    I'm a fan of Lackey's Valdemar books, and was excited to see a new one when I first saw this in stores, yet the first time I tried it, I couldn't even finish it. There are books in the series I'd recommend that could make you a fan of them like the books about Vanyel (Last Herald Mage series starting with Magic's Pawn) or about Talia (Heralds of Valdemar starting with Arrows of the Queen). Then there are the books that if you do find you love this world, I could recommend buying (like Mage Winds or Mage Storms series). This book however, I can't recommend even to a fan. It just to me seems to suffer from tired blood, and it also had an element that was so jarring I stopped reading--Alberich's love interest, Myste, a non-athletic bookworm Herald and Chronicler, that screamed "Mary Sue." Recently I went on a nostalgic binge of reading and rereading Lackey's Valdemar books, and tried this again. It's not a terrible book exactly, readable and enjoyable if you love this world and want to spend time with it, but I still feel it's not up to the standard of the best of her writing. If you're new to Lackey, I'd recommend trying any of the novels by her below instead.

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  • Posted November 18, 2013

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    One of Mercedes' BEST!!!

    I would rank this novel right up there with her "By The Sword". Fascinating characters, terrific adventure, very satisfying fantasy.
    One of her best, along with "Exile's Valor" which is the continuation of Alberich's story. I have read most of Mercedes' books, and I wish that I could recommend them all, but I'm not real good at guessing what other people like, and a couple of her books are real clunkers. Mind you I still read those books as well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2013

    If you like your fantasy heroes with a side order of man pain, m

    If you like your fantasy heroes with a side order of man pain, meet Herald Alberich. I could totally imagine him being played by Tyler Hoechlin while I was reading this. Anyone who is already a fan of the Valdemar novels is familiar with the basic plot of a Herald's journey - there's a discovery phase, an identity crisis phase, and a recovery phase, all with angst and hurt/comfort aplenty. This one's a bit different though. Alberich is no teeanager struggling with his relationships to his peers. He's a grown man who could give a damn about what anyone besides his Companion thinks of him (and sometimes not even the Companion). No, Alberich's issues all stem from a bone deep sense of honor (hence the title) and whether or not he is turning his back on it by allying himself with his home country's traditional enemies. It's a refreshing change from the usual sturm and drang. If you're not familiar with the Valdemar novels, this is a fine entry point, as Alberich starts the novel as a complete outsider and has to learn the ways and mores of his new country, so the reader can learn alongside of him. Lackey brings across his difficulty with Valdemarran syntax by making him talk exactly like Yoda, which gets a bit distracting, but luckily there are a few characters around who can speak to him in Karsite so that he doesn't spend the whole book sounding like he's about to bust Luke Skywalker's chops any minute. I didn't really have a problem with Myste. Sure she was probably a self-insert, but she is also a classic example of the Badass Bookworm trope so I read her more as the latter than the former and it was all good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2013

    AWESOME

    One of my all time favorite books

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  • Posted March 20, 2013

    One of my faves from the Valdemar series of stories

    The first of two books which focus on Alberich. These two are hands down my two favorites in this series, and I have enjoyed many, and read I think all of them. When I met Alberich in the 'Arrows' trilogy, I really wanted to know about him, since he was such a fascinating individual. This and Exile's Valor give us that insight.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2004

    Awesome!

    This book was great! More of the quality I've come to expect from Mercedes Lackey. Great characters and stories and you gotta love Valdemar. It was great to learn more about Alberich and how he came to be the character he is in the later series. I can't wait to read the next two. I especially enjoyed her Valdemar series Winds of Fate, Winds of Change, Winds of Fury. Take a Thief is a great history of Skif's character.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2004

    What a way to begin!!!!

    I am only giving 4 stars since this is to be a series novel. The novel stands well on pure storyline and concept, but then again so did the first Jordan novel. Thankfully, if the others do not pan out this can be a great stand alone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2003

    Really Great Book...

    This was a terrific book!!! It's only the third one I've read by Mercedes Lackey, but they've all been great. I liked this one because it talks about Alberich's struggle of split loyalty between his homeland of Karse and his new home in Valdemar. Definitely worth reading!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2003

    Lackey at her best!

    One her best to come out since the Herald Mage Trilogy. Her care and detail in building solid background and parallel story lines in the Valdemar 'series' builds a world that is more than just fiction. I have yet to be unsatisfied by her writing and cannot wait until October for the next one to come out! For all Valdemar fans this is one book you cannot wait for the paperback edition of!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2003

    Honor Explored

    She not only ads depth to a once single dimensional character, she takes a step further and explores the undefined edges of honor and vows. How far should any one person go for the sake of his honor? She gives us a man with a fierce spirit and gives him a noble heart. Alberich not only helps the queen grow but grows with her. A phenomenal book to say the least, she never disappoints and always delivers more than we could hope for.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2003

    Exile's Honor is a Must Have!

    This is one of the best Valdemar books she has come out with, explaining all of Herald Albreich's past. I could hardly put this book down and I highly recomend this book to anyone who likes fantasy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2002

    One sitting!!

    I read this book in one sitting. I watch for Mercedes Lackey books and buy them in hardback as soon as they come out. Awesome! You finally get an idea of what Alberich is all about.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2002

    Exiles' Honor Review

    I liked the title becaue it lends an air of excitement, adventure and mystery. Mercedes Lackey has always been a very good writer. She makes you hang on every word and not want to put the book down until the end.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    exciting sword & sorcery

    He is the youngest captain in the Karse army, a man who made it up through the ranks due to a sixth sense. He had to keep his magical power secret because only the sun priests who rule the country are supposed to wield the power, a gift from their God. When a Sunpriest discovers Alberich¿s powers he orders him burned in the cleansing fire, but his horse rescues him and takes him into Valdemar, Karse¿s ancient enemy. <P>The horse is no ordinary animal but a companion, a magical being who bonds with his Chosen, the Heralds of Valdemar. Alberich settles into exile comfortably, making himself useful to the king and heir. When the Karse invite the Tedrael, a people with no country, into their land to fight for the lands of Valdemar, Alberich does all in his power to make sure that his adopted nation will win the upcoming war without destroying the people who are the heart of Karse. <P>A Valdemar novel is always a special treat and EXILE¿S HONOR is no exception. Alberich is a memorable and honorable hero who stays true to his values and even impresses the rulers who by all rights should not trust him. The story line is exciting, fast-paced and very creative a mix of magic, sword & sorcery, and a country bound by love and honor. Mercedes Lackey is one of the genre¿s most creative fantasy writers today. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2002

    heyla

    I guess im kinda biased, but hey! any of you valdemar and mercedes lacky readers out there get this book!! come on! this is an im portatn part of histiry, its probably gonn aexplain Seleny's treacherous husband and the assasination of the king!!! this has to be good

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