The Ghosts of Blood and Innocence (Wraeththu Histories Series #3) [NOOK Book]


"As the Wraeththu struggle to uncover the secrets of their origins, it is now time for second generation hara - children of this hermaphrodite race - to make their mark on history." "Darquiel har Aralis lives among the hidden tribe of Olopade in ignorance of who his family really is. All he knows is that he was brought to the house of Samway even before he emerged from his pearl and that his parents might be dead or disgraced - but were surely famous. As he grows up, Darq realizes he is different from any other har." "After a disastrous attempt ...
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"As the Wraeththu struggle to uncover the secrets of their origins, it is now time for second generation hara - children of this hermaphrodite race - to make their mark on history." "Darquiel har Aralis lives among the hidden tribe of Olopade in ignorance of who his family really is. All he knows is that he was brought to the house of Samway even before he emerged from his pearl and that his parents might be dead or disgraced - but were surely famous. As he grows up, Darq realizes he is different from any other har." "After a disastrous attempt to incept his closest friend, the human girl Amelza, he attracts the attention of the mysterious and powerful Thiede and learns that his origins are more astounding than he imagined. Shadowy factions and bizarre entities wish to take control of him, and he must disappear into the ancient landscape of Anakhai until his powers have developed and he is strong enough to confront these dangerous forces." "Loki her Aralis is the favored son of the Tigrons in Immanion, but he, too, is unaware of his real heritage and the secrets that surrounded his creation. He is just beginning to understand some of his unique powers when he is abducted to the stark realm of Thanatep, where forests of ancient towers are all that remain of a race that once controlled the life essence of multiple realms." "Geburael har Teraghast is the grandson of Tigron Pellaz but holds his family in contempt. Living in exile with his half brother, the peculiar Diablo, Geburael believes that the great Aralisian dynasty in Immanion must fall, and he is more than prepared to be Instrumental in its destruction. It is they who have kidnapped Loki." Meanwhile, the Kamagrian Lileem uncovers the greatest secret of all in the realm of the Black Library and catalyzes events that will bring the three young hara into conflict, the outcome of which will decide the fate of all Wraeththu on earth.
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Publishers Weekly
Set in the far future in a complex multiethnic society, Constantine's solid if slow-paced third installment in her Wraeththu fantasy series (after 2004's The Shades of Time and Memory) focuses on the adventures of two half-brothers, Darquiel and Loki, both sons of the powerful and wise Tigron of Gelaming. Darquiel, the younger, is born of a pearl at a time when Loki is already a seasoned diplomat. When Darquiel enters the realm of the Tigron, he also enters into an intense rivalry with his half-brother for success in diplomacy and magic. Action fans won't welcome the long dialogues that advance diplomatic rather than military solutions to the relations among the various human factions and nonhuman races. Most will appreciate the intelligent handling of telepathy, dreams and ghosts in setting the gothic tone of the book, but a shortage of female characters and the gay sex may turn off some readers. (June) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Triumphant conclusion to the Wraeththu Histories, following The Shades of Time and Memory (2004). The Wraeththu are a race of hermaphroditic beings that evolved from and eventually all-but-replaced humanity. This installment follows the story of two Wraeththu brothers, Darquiel and Loki, who have been raised apart but whose fates are intertwined. Darq's childhood comes to an end when an attempt to "incept" a friend (that is, turn a human girl into a Wraeththu-like "Kamagrian") goes wrong; his psychic call for help sets in motion events that lead Darq to discover his noble origins and a path to fulfill his destiny. Loki, meanwhile, is abducted and taken to a strange otherworld; his attempts to escape result in more revelations regarding Wraeththu mythology. Constantine succeeds best in his depiction of Darq's childhood, as Darq slowly learns of his uncanny abilities and explores his sexuality with a human female friend (with disastrous results). While the plot is a bit slow-moving, the elaborately constructed biology, rituals and culture of the Wraeththu are at once utterly alien and outright fascinating. A fine exploration of "the other," and an original alternative to the same-old fantasy cluttering shelves.
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"Storm Constantine is a myth-making Gothic queen, whose lush tales are compulsive reading. Her stories are poetic, involving, delightful and depraved. I wouldn't swap her for a dozen Anne Rices!" —Neil Gaiman

"No one navigates "the web of the wyrd" quite the way British author Constantine does, as shown in volume two of her second fantasy trilogy about the conflicts within a warring hermaphrodite race, the Wraeththu, The landscape, evocative of Mayan or Egyptian ruins, makes a great backdrop for characters struggling for love and transformation."—Publishers Weekly on The Shades of Time and Memory

"Storm has come back to her own with a gloriously gothic, passionate and romantic novel, one which has a need to tell its story. The richly thought out characters and landscapes at times dazzle the reader with their complexity and vitality, spread out over many levels and shades. …The Wraiths of Will and Pleasure is a joy to read and is Storm's finest and most confident novel for some time. It reaffirms her place as an author of immense talent and originality and is a welcome return to her original world. This novel is a must to any body interested in highly imaginative Fantasy."—SF Revu on The Wraiths of Will and Pleasure

"This book is complex yet very entertaining, as Storm Constantine provides incredible insight into her world. The story line is exciting with several subplots simultaneously moving forward adding to the feel of an upcoming calamity."—Book Bytes on The Shades of Time and Memory

"Storm Constantine provides a powerful look at several key players from her previous trilogy that her fans will appreciate as the Wraeththu universe keenly expands."—Bookbytes on The Wraiths of Will and Pleasure

"Constantine delivers a complicated and ultimately engaging novel sure to be embraced by existing fans."—Publishers Weekly on The Wraiths of Will and Pleasure

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  • BN ID: 2940000790205
  • Publisher: Immanion Press
  • Publication date: 11/6/2009
  • Series: Wraeththu Histories Series , #3
  • Sold by: Smashwords
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 1,061,493
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Meet the Author

Since The Enchantments of Flesh and Spirit first appeared in 1987 (and long before that), Storm Constantine's "cauldron" has produced a phantasmagoric array of creative works, everything from her best known piece, the Wraeththu trilogy, to Andrew Collins-inspired works like the Grigori trilogy and Burying the Shadow, on down to fantastic visions like Calenture, non-fiction books like Egyptian Birth Signs, and dozens of short stories. Storm Constantine lives in England.

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The Ghosts of Blood and Innocence

The Third Book of the Wraeththu Histories
By Constantine, Storm

Tor Books

Copyright © 2006 Constantine, Storm
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0765303485

Chapter One
Darquiel's pearl hatched on the eve of midsummer when, outside Phade's Tower, clouds of mosquitoes hung above the pools in the courtyard, so thirsty they would drink water rather than blood. It hatched in that strange hour when neither light nor dark holds sway, and hara walked home through the balmy air, drunk on the perfume of wild roses, thinking of love. But high in the tower room, where it had long been twilight, there were no thoughts of love. The walls to the room were white, and they glowed in the dusk. The narrow window frames were painted black, devoid of drapes or blinds, and the floorboards were bare and unvarnished. It was a room that was never used, not until now.

The pearl rested in a nest of woolen blankets, surrounded by lamps, on an old wooden table. In the soft glow the pearl gleamed, semitranslucent. Limbs writhed slowly within it, pressing against the decomposing membrane. Eventually, the pearl ripped and a meaty sweet smell came from it.

For some moments after the leathery sac fell apart, the lone har who observed the event feared the harling within the pearl was dead, for there was no further movement for over a minute. Then Darquiel's head emerged, his browcreased in a frown. He pulled aside the scraps of leather that had once enfolded him and wriggled forth from his bower of nutrient slime. His head waved this way and that, like the head of a cobra. His black eyes surveyed all that he saw before him with what appeared to be a critical view. He expressed a sigh of ennui. Life had come. He did not, nor ever would, resemble a normal child.

While nighthawks hovered outside the window, and dogs in the courtyard pulled upon their chains and wept at the night, Phade har Olopade, sole witness, lifted the newly hatched harling in his hands and held him at arm's length. Its body was covered with viscous fluid and the smell of the nutrients that had nurtured it within the pearl stung Phade's nostrils. He half expected the harling to spray him with black venom or utter a curse. Surely his tongue would be forked? "I name you Darquiel har Aralis," Phade said and the child went limp in his hands.

The second heir to the throne of Immanion had gone to sleep, exhausted by the thought of what was to come.

Nohar had come to witness the hatching, except for Phade, and he had had no choice, because the pearl had been transferred into his care. There was an air of desolation in that stark chamber, high in the main tower of Phade's domain. He had not asked for this responsibility and did not welcome it. If a harling of high birth had to be hidden away in this forgotten corner of the world, it could not bode well. The harling must be reared ignorant of his parentage. Phade must attempt to raise him as an ordinary child, but it was clear, from the very first breath that he took, that Darquiel har Aralis was far from ordinary.

Ten days before, a sedu had emerged from the otherlanes, bearing a tall, aquiline-featured har, whose hair was the color of bright platinum and who was swathed in black.

The visitor had been presented to Phade in his office on the second floor of the tower, which overlooked the yard. It had been a blustery day. Phade had been called from the stables and knew he smelled of horse. He tied back his thick black hair to appear more businesslike, then sat behind his desk.

Somehar knocked on the door and Phade called, "Come in." He folded his hands before him.

One of his house-hara came into the room and bowed. Behind him, the white-haired visitor loomed in an imposing manner. Phade cleared his throat. He wondered what kind of business such an exotic creature could have with him.

"Your visitor, tiahaar," the house-har said, and fled.

The har was not known to Phade and did not offer his name. At first, he said nothing, but appraised Phade overtly and perhaps came to private conclusions.

"Good day, tiahaar," Phade said. "Forgive my house-har, he did not tell me who you are." He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

The visitor said only: "I come from Lord Thiede. He has a task for you."

Phade had gone cold from head to foot at once. In the past, he'd been used to dealing with Thiede's often bizarre requests, but since Thiede had left the realm of earth, Phade had been left unmolested. He could now run his domain independently, free from the nagging fear of what tomorrow might bring. He could walk the fields with an easy stride. He was free. Hardly anyhar outside of Samway knew he even existed.

"What task is this?" he asked, noting that the har before him was concealing something within the voluminous folds of his robes.

His visitor brought forth the pearl and unwrapped it. Phade stared at it for some moments, unaware of what it was. "In perhaps as little as ten days' time, this pearl will hatch," said the visitor. "Thiede requires you to care for this harling and raise it, here at Samway."

"Whose pearl is it?" Phade asked, knowing that this was the most important question.

His visitor barely paused. "It is a child of the Aralisian dynasty," he said. "Its father is Pellaz, Tigron of the Gelaming."

Phade was silent for a moment. "He is known to me."

The visitor inclined his head. "Indeed, I understand the Tigron came to Samway before Thiede crowned him in Immanion."

"Yes. He stayed here for a while." Phade cast his mind back to that time and remembered the shriveled husk who had been brought to his domain, and the golden har who had later risen from that husk, reborn. Pellaz har Aralis. Phade had not forgotten him. "Is my tenuous connection with Pellaz the reason why a child of Immanion is brought to my tower?" he asked.

"No," said the visitor. "It must simply be concealed."

"Like a changeling child in a fairy tale," Phade observed.

The visitor pulled a mordant face. "Perhaps. Thiede creates stories. The child must never know who created it." He swept back his platinum hair with both hands. Phade saw there were black pearls plaited into the hair, and the har's jewelry was also set with pearls. He must be high-ranking. "The Olopade are hidden," said the visitor. "Samway is virtually unknown."

"And why must the harling be concealed?"

The visitor pulled a wry face. "Let us simply say it is a child of grissecon, born before its time. Many powers of the realms would desire to own it, should they know of its existence. What you see before you is, or could be, the seed of our kind's destruction. Or it could be a savior. It is difficult to say. Far better that it lives a normal life, ignorant of its heritage. It must not know its origins."

Phade stared at the pearl and tried to match the image with the words. It wouldn't work. The pearl looked like a gourd or a wizened black melon. It did not look like destruction or salvation.

"I have no experience of raising harlings," Phade said. "I have no idea what to do. None of my hara here have . . . bred. It is not our territory."

"You will learn," said the visitor, in a tone that reminded Phade eerily of Thiede. "Harlings are simply miniature hara. Feed it as you would a young hound. Discipline it well, for I expect it will be willful. Put it to work in your domain. Train it as you would one of your own hara. You will name it Darquiel har Aralis, but will tell it only the first part of its name." The har placed the pearl carefully on Phade's desk. "Keep it warm," he said, and turned around in a dramatic swirl of cloth to leave the room.

Keep it warm.

Phade continued to stare at the unwelcome object on his desk for some moments, the fingers of one hand tapping his lips. It was hard to credit it contained new life within it, that it had been expelled from the body of a har, as a fish or a bird might lay eggs. But as Phade stared at its dark knobbly surface, he thought perhaps he could see something moving inside it. It was not an altogether pleasant image.

Phade called for one of his household staff, a sixteen-year-old har named Zira, an attractive creature with strawberry-blond hair to his shoulders and a heart-shaped face. Phade got up when Zira entered the room and walked around to the front of his desk. He felt more comfortable examining the pearl with another har beside him. Altogether, he felt somewhat light-headed. He explained the situation, omitting to mention who the harling's father was. "I'd like you to care for this . . . pearl until it's ready to hatch," Phade said.

Zira looked dubious. "And how long will that be, tiahaar?"

"I don't know exactly . . . days, a couple of weeks." Phade walked back behind his desk. "In the meantime I relieve you of all other duties. Instruct Malech to take over your daily tasks."

"But I've never . . ." Zira began, bewildered.

"None of us have," Phade interrupted. "Do as you're told. Take this thing away."

Phade had forbidden Zira to attend the hatching, unsure himself of why he felt the need to be alone. Perhaps it was because, on those occasions when he'd inspected the pearl, he had felt strange emanations wafting from it, like a steam of dark thoughts. He believed that the harling within the pearl suffered from nightmares. It turned uncomfortably in its protective cell. While he'd been caring for it, Zira had complained of feeling depressed, assailed by a terrible melancholia, which was unusual, for he was a har of sunny nature, incepted quite recently from one of the pairs of breeding humans that Phade kept in the village next to his tower.

Phade knew that the visitor who had brought the pearl to him had neglected to tell him the most important aspects of this pearl's history. Pellaz har Aralis would not have given up a son willingly, Phade was sure of that. No Tigron would: unless there was something unusual about it, something warped or something bad. Who was its hostling? The Tigrina? Perhaps it was an undesirable conception, some bastard offspring from an unsuitable har.

Although Phade kept away from harish society, he also kept himself informed. He knew that the infamous har, Calanthe, had recently gone to Immanion and that he had been responsible for removing the self-styled leader of Wraeththu, Thiede, from power and banishing him to another realm. Calanthe had become joint Tigron with Pellaz, and had therefore acquired for himself a Tigrina, in the form of Caeru. Now, a triumvirate ruled the Gelaming, or rather acted as figureheads for the all-powerful Hegemony.

Phade had little more information than that. He kept himself apart from the world. Phade had been, and perhaps still was, one of Thiede's most loyal servants, but he was also somewhat grateful to Cal for what he'd done. Phade had felt that with Thiede's removal from the realm, he'd been released from a subtle kind of slavery. But no. Even beyond this realm, Thiede could still call upon him.

Phade, still holding the harling at arm's length, left the room at the top of his tower and went down to one of the lower floors, where the decor was more homely. He went into one of the empty bedrooms that he'd allocated for the harling. It was a small, cozy room and seemed right for a child. Phade had already ordered a crib to be placed in the room, and he now lowered the sleeping harling into it, drawing the covers over the small perfect body. Phade had never seen a harling before. Just hatched, Darquiel appeared like a tiny version of a two-year-old human child. It was uncanny. He had a thick growth of black hair upon his head, and his dark eyelashes lay long against his smooth cheek. A beautiful thing, a homunculus created by magical means. A changeling. An elf. A demon.

Phade went to the door and found Zira waiting outside in the hall. The young har had wrapped his arms around his body protectively. He looked haunted. "I felt it," Zira said. "I felt it . . . come out. It feels so tired already."

"We must call it 'he,'" Phade said. "It's--he's--hatched now. He's a har, like you are."

"Not like me," Zira said, rather too quickly. "Must I still care for it?"

"I would like you to," Phade said. He reached out briefly and touched Zira's hand. "See how you get on. Keep me informed. He's asleep now. When he wakes, feed him. Give him something soft to eat, like soup."

"Is that what harlings eat? Won't he need milk?"

"No," Phade said. He paused. "Go to the village. Bring your mother here. A harling is not like a human child, but she is undoubtedly more qualified to deal with this situation than we are."

Zira did not bother to conceal the relief he felt at this instruction. He left at once.

The human community had been collected by Phade over the years he'd lived in Samway. They had been imported from Megalithica and Alba Sulh, and some even from Almagabra. Phade was a conservationist at heart, and felt that humanity should not become extinct. He had the same feeling toward rare animals, and felt sorry for the bewildered human souls who had lost all that they knew. He settled his collection in the beautiful country of Anakhai, where Thiede had installed him a long time ago to create the relatively small, and certainly private, tribe of Olopade. Samway, and Phade himself, had been used by Thiede for various purposes over the years. He was happy to indulge Phade's hobby, as he saw it, and had gathered some prime human specimens himself, from all corners of the world. This was easy for Thiede, because at the time he'd been scooping up the cream of harish specimens as well to create the tribe of Gelaming.

It was not Phade's practice to incept automatically every young human male; he allowed them to make their own choices. In the beginning, hardly anyhar had had a choice about what they became, since inception had been forced on every available body, in order to expand Wraeththu, but as time went on, and humanity waned, there were fewer people to incept anyway. In Phade's community, few suitable young males resisted the idea of becoming har. Why remain human and die at an early age, when you could become something else, with an expanded lifespan, and dozens of other physical benefits? These boys had grown up with hara; they didn't fear the transformation to androgyny. Phade knew that eventually this would cause problems with his breeding program. It would ultimately become more difficult to find fertile humans to bring to Samway.

But for now, the human community functioned like an old-fashioned settlement from hundreds of years before. Olivia, Zira's mother, had borne three children. She was thirty-four years old, a strong-boned creature, who had survived against all odds in a world that no longer nurtured her kind. Whether she was grateful to Phade, who had rescued her from certain slaughter at the age of five and brought her to his domain, was difficult to say. Certainly, she had later submitted without complaint to being paired with Raymer, and even called him her husband. She worked with the other humans, alongside hara, who treated her well, much in the same way that they were kind to their horses and dogs. She had surrendered her firstborn son to inception without a word, even though she had been forbidden to attend the ceremony or care for Zira during his althaia, the time when the transition from human to har took place. He had gone to visit her two weeks later; no longer her son, yet wearing his face. Now, she came to Phade's tower in the middle of the night, a shawl cast over her dark green homespun dress, her thick auburn hair coming loose from a bun at her neck. Her wide handsome face was expressionless.

Phade took her to inspect the harling. Olivia peered into the crib, betraying nothing. "I've appointed Zira as the harling's guardian," Phade said. "It will help if you could advise him and so on."

Olivia had noted at sundown that the blackbirds in her garden had not sung their welcome to the night. She had noted that the smell of wormwood was very strong on the air. "The child needs a bath," she said. "In lavender and thyme. In hawthorn. At once."

"Hmm," murmured Phade, then: "Why?"

"It will clean him good," said Olivia. "Then you will all feel better."

"Will you do this?"


Phade nodded thoughtfully. "Olivia," he said, "I want this harling to be absorbed without trouble into my household. He will be raised here, no different from any other har. Your skills will help in this matter. If things go well, your family will be rewarded."

Olivia rolled up her sleeves and picked Darquiel up. She did not appear as discomforted by the harling as Zira and Phade had been. "I will bathe him," she said. "Show me where."

Copyright © 2006 by Storm Constantine


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    Deep in a dead forest, mist curls through the trees. Not a single living thing is here. Tall white dead trees stand out of the ground. An evil voice hisses. "Soon. Very soon"

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  • Anonymous

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    A great finale

    Darquiel was raised amidst the Olopade tribe, but though he has no idea who his parents are he believes he is the offspring of humiliated, dead or both Wraeththu of renown. As he grows up he realizes he is different from his tribesmen as he has magical prowess that no other seems to have. He experiments trying to ¿incept¿ his best friend, the human Amelza, but that fails tragically Thiede the powerful detects Darq¿s magical effort especially his psychic plea to help his friend and realizes how different this har is from his tribesmen.----------------- Loki, the son of the mighty Tigron, has a well earned reputation in the use of magic and diplomacy. However, Geburael and his half-brother Diablo, believing that the hold on society by their grandfather Tigron must end must kidnap Loki, whose attempts to escape fail. As Darq learns how to control his magic and who his parents are, his path will intersect with Geburael, Diablo, and Loki.--------------- Though action saga fantasy fans will want to pass as the story line moves at a moderate pace, readers who appreciate a deep look at a future evolved species of humanity will fully relish this Wraeththu entry. Darq is the fascinating character though he shares top billing with the more accomplished Loki as the former¿s coming of age in the realm of magic brings deep insight into the abilities of his race. Storm Constantine provides a fine tale that shines a powerful light on the Wraeththu.------------ Harriet Klausner

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