The Grand Crusade (DragonCrown War Cycle Series #4) [NOOK Book]


In this incredible conclusion to the epic fantasy saga, continuing from When Dragons Rage, New York Times
bestselling author Michael A. Stackpole returns to a world of mystery, prophecy, and magick, where dreams-for better or worse-can come true...

The Grand Crusade

The hope of the future, Will Norrington, prophesied to bring down the ...
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In this incredible conclusion to the epic fantasy saga, continuing from When Dragons Rage, New York Times
bestselling author Michael A. Stackpole returns to a world of mystery, prophecy, and magick, where dreams-for better or worse-can come true...

The Grand Crusade

The hope of the future, Will Norrington, prophesied to bring down the northern tyrant Chytrine and redeem the world, is said to be dead, lost in the heart of a fiery volcano. The news has thrown the Council of Kings into a furor and drained the spirit from once united factions. As questions swirl about as to Will's legacy, and even his identity, one thing is clear: a divided alliance lacks power. And this may be exactly the opening Chytrine needs to seize control-and capture the empowering artifact, the DragonCrown-once and for all. Still, Will's friends and comrades remain true to his cause, preparing to continue the fight. Among them is the Vilwanese hero, Kerrigan Reese, and Alyx, groomed to lead an army. Sayce, pregnant with Will's child, must remain behind as the new custodian of the Norrington future in case they fail. But even as they draw up battle plans, with the enemy nearer than they think, a shattering betrayal-and a stunning revelation-may change the course of everything.

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The last volume in Stackpole's DragonCrown trilogy (after 2002's When Dragons Rage) should please his many fans with its large helpings of violence, intrigue and plot twists. Still reeling from the unexpected death of prophecy-bound hero Will Norrington, his friends and allies struggle to marshal a coherent defense against the sorceress-dragon Chytrine, whose forces continue to further fracture the squabbling nations of the Southlands. Should Chytrine gain all the long-ago scattered pieces of the legendary DragonCrown, she'll be able to reconstruct the crown and open the way for the return of the treacherous Oromise, an ancient race long banished from the world. With Will Norrington gone, only a handful of heroes can stand against her: the young upstart sorcerer Kerrigan Reese, the charismatic war leader Princess Alexia of Okrannel and her lover, Crow, and the Vorquelf Resolute. While Chytrine schemes with King Scrainwood and manages to kidnap Sayce, Will's pregnant lover, the blind seeress Oracle has a vision that suggests all is not lost. This is fantasy on the most epic of scales, with plenty of bloody conflict and treacherous double-dealing. Readers new to the series will be at a distinct disadvantage, but those who can successfully navigate a course through the dense backstory in the opening chapters will find plenty of excitement and adventure. (Dec. 30) FYI: Stackpole is also the bestselling author of titles in the Star Wars X-Wing series. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553898163
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/30/2003
  • Series: DragonCrown War Cycle Series , #4
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 774,240
  • File size: 906 KB

Meet the Author

Michael A. Stackpole is an award-winning game and computer designer who now is also an award-winning author (His novel Ghost War was chosen the Best Long-form Fiction by the Academy of Gaming Arts and Design for 2002.) By the time you're reading this, he'll be fully recovered from the rotator cuff injury that slowed his work on this book (Yes, it was indoor soccer. Just because I'd knocked the guy down earlier in the game was no reason he should have taken me into a wall later. He was having a bad day and, shucks, just decided to share.)

Also, by the time you're reading this, he'll have finished The Secret Atlas, the first in a new trilogy of fantasy novels (He'll have finished, or Anne Groell will be tearing her hair out yet again.) Mike spends way too much time on airplanes, playing with his iPod, playing indoor soccer, reading, and trying to figure out why he alternates between first and third person in biographies like this.

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Princess Alexia of Okrannel raised a gloved hand to shade her eyes as the green dragon upon which she rode dipped his right wing and began a lazy circle. Below lay Narriz, dusted in snow and spread out in several concentric semicircles emanating from the crescent harbor to the west. King Fidelius' castle stood on the highest hill, with a clutch of cylindrical white towers that soared toward the sky. The brightly colored flags and pennants flapping away added an element of reality that banished any hope that she was dreaming.

Beneath her the dragon's flesh undulated as powerful muscles drove its wings. Though the air so high was quite frigid, the heat from the green dragon's body made the space beneath a long red cloak quite warm, and she gladly shared that warmth with Crow. She pressed herself against his side, then turned and kissed his scarred right cheek.

He smiled and his brown eyes sparkled. "What was that for?"

"To make sure you don't forget that I love you. And that I support you, no matter what happens below."

He tightened his arm around her shoulder. "Thank you."

The dragon turned his head back toward them. "Perrine is circling the castle's courtyard. We are welcome."

Resolute, a Vorquelf with sharpened elven features, pointed ears, and eyes of pure silver, curled his lip in a sneer. "Hardly welcome, Dravothrak. We will be tolerated until we deliver our news, then we will be reviled. We bring them word that hope has died, and few will have the heart to continue on past that."

Prince Erlestoke of Oriosa adjusted the black mask he wore. "They know they cannot stop you from landing, Dravothrak, so they accept with feigned grace what they cannot prevent."

The prince's words came in grim tones that nearly matched those Alyx had gotten accustomed to hearing from Resolute. The Vorquelf had been fighting over a century and a quarter to free his homeland from Chytrine, with no success. Will Norrington had been the key to her defeat and his death at Vael seemed to seal the fate of the Southlands' free nations. Arriving at the gathering of world leaders to tell them hope was indeed dead was something she had never anticipated.

She looked again at Crow. "I do wish you would let me be the one to address the council."

Erlestoke nodded in agreement. "Or me. They will accept it better from either of us."

Crow shook his head and his beard brushed against Alyx's cheek. "First and foremost, Will was my charge. I should have kept him safe. And while I agree with everyone that he chose his time of passing, and chose nobly and well, the burden of his death bears most heavily on me. Second, and you all know this is true, King Scrainwood would blame me even if Will's ghost appeared, absolved me of responsibility, and cursed Scrainwood for an idiot. Short of you throttling your father and replacing him, there is nothing that can be done to prevent the blame from falling on me."

The prince's hazel eyes blazed. "Who says throttling him is not an option?"

Crow's chin came up. "I do. The third reason I have to deliver the message is simply that we know that whoever delivers it will be reviled and never trusted again. None of the rest of you can afford to be moved out of the way given the discussions that must take place. Alexia and you, Highness, have the military expertise that will stop Chytrine's troops."

Resolute's sneer melted into a mirthless smile. "You make no case as to why I should not address their august majesties, my friend."

"You mean, aside from the fact that you openly hold them and their councils in contempt?" Crow laughed quickly. "This is a council of humans, Resolute, and they will not take well to being lectured to by one old enough to have known their great-grandparents. Moreover, you will need their help if you are to retake Vorquellyn. For you to speak to them would be to jeopardize that goal. This will need to be handled diplomatically."

Dravothrak opened his mouth in a serpentine grin. "I will not lecture, but you will permit me to emphasize the gravity of the situation, yes?"

Alyx nodded. "As we discussed."

The dragon bobbed his head twice, then folded his wings and they plummeted from the sky. Their cloaks, scarves, and blankets snapped in the rush of air. Frost nibbled at Alexia's cheeks and her eyes watered. She held on tightly to the leather riding harness and watched the tear-blurred castle grow ever larger.

Then, suddenly, Dravothrak spread his wings again and beat hard with them. His head came up, his tail went down, and his mighty legs absorbed the impact of his landing. Snow billowed up around them, as if they were caught in the heart of a blizzard, then Dravothrak breathed a fiery plume that reduced the snow to steam.

Alyx and the others slid from the dragon's back in the fog, to the accompaniment of screams and harsh curses. Then, Perrine descended down through the mist. The female Gyrkyme, who had been Alexia's lifelong companion, landed lightly, furling her raptor's wings. Tall and slender like an elf, but covered with down and feathers after the pattern of a falcon, she smiled and hugged her sister.

"King Augustus called the crowns together when I told him you were coming. They were grumbling, but this display silenced the lot of them. Well done, Dranae."

Dravothrak, now having assumed the form of a tall, powerfully built man with dark hair and a full thick beard, bowed his head. "I am glad it was effective." He fastened the red cloak at his throat and gathered it about him to cover his nudity.

Alexia peered into the thinning fog, seeing dim forms moving through it. "Which way?"

Before Peri could answer, a small, green, humanoid creature, with four arms, four glassy wings, two legs, and two antennae above compound eyes, buzzed in through the fog and circled the group. "This way. Qwc knows. Come, come, hurry, hurry." In the blink of an eye he was off again with a ghostly vapor vortex curling in his wake.

Alyx slipped her right hand through the crook of Crow's elbow and followed the Spritha. Dranae and Erlestoke came next, with Resolute and Peri bringing up the rear. Dressed for winter--and most armed for war--the company struck a sharp contrast with those assembled for the council. The guards stationed on the walls and along the passages were outfitted for combat, but Saporicia had clearly sent its best troops northeast to the Murosan border. These soldiers were old or very young--and some were still pale from having seen a dragon land in the courtyard, then vanish in flame and fog.

The royal retainers for the various leaders wore finery that mocked the state of the world. Alyx suppressed a shiver as she imagined whole households planning how they could array their wardrobes to best advantage. While the kings and queens would deliberate, their staffs would battle each other, pressing advantages and wresting concessions. Politics necessitated they look ahead, past Chytrine, to position themselves to take best advantage--even if that positioning might be exactly what allowed Chytrine to take over the world.

Ahead, Qwc hung in the air at each intersection, making the courtiers sent to escort them shrink back. Some did so at a buzzed word, but at least one clawed at his face. The Spritha had spat a smothering wad of webbing at that man, and Alyx's horror was transformed into wicked delight as she recognized the purple face as that of Cabot Marsham, King Scrainwood's aide.

Marsham, his face still sticky with white tendrils, started to snarl, but Erlestoke cut him off with a sharp command. "Back away, dog. You should feel blessed he deigned to notice someone as insignificant as you."

Marsham's chubby face drained immediately of color. He gagged, then turned and darted away, heading up the stairs to which Qwc pointed. The chamberlain slipped twice in his haste, crying out as he barked his shins once, but scrambled on quickly.

Erlestoke laughed. "He looked as if he'd seen a ghost."

Alyx graced him with a raised eyebrow. "You are believed dead, you know."

"Indeed. Shouldn't he have been happier to see me?"

Resolute just growled.

They mounted the broad stone stairs and ascended to the second landing. The short corridor leading east opened into a large room with vaulted ceilings and fanciful murals depicting spring revels. Three large windows at the room's far end admitted a flood of morning light that silhouetted many of the functionaries in the back rows of benches. Toward the front, however, where rulers and their most important advisors gathered behind tables and banners proclaiming their nations, Alexia had no difficulty recognizing faces.

She likewise recognized the expressions which, at first, as they caught sight of Erlestoke, went from shock to guarded delight. Then some, rather quickly, darkened. Others followed, heads turning to confer with companions. Necks craned, heads bobbed, then whispers began to filter back and forth, filling the chamber.

King Fidelius, a small man of middle years with thin grey hair and a withered left arm, opened his strong hand in greeting. "Princess Alexia, it is good to see you. Had we known you were coming sooner, we would have prepared a proper welcome. Your friends I recall from Yslin, save the man in the cloak and this one who, if my eyes do not deceive me, is Prince Erlestoke of Oriosa."

Alyx nodded, drawing off her cloak and scarf. "Your welcome is appreciated, Highness, as is the speed with which you all assembled. We bring you news of great import. This is Kedyn's Crow, and he has accepted the responsibility to make our report."

Crow stepped forward. He'd spent a quarter century traveling with Resolute and waging a private war against Chytrine. Scars crisscrossed his body and old injuries made him ache, but even though the pain of Will's death weighed heavily on him, his shoulders did not slump and his head did not sag wearily. He moved with the strength of a younger man--strength born of a conviction that Chytrine had to be stopped no matter the cost--and seeing that strength brought a smile to Alexia's face.

He made her proud, and that made her love him even more.

Crow slowly drew the mittens from his hands and unbuttoned the sheepskin coat he wore. "My lords and ladies, I bear grave news. In Yslin you were presented with a lad, Will Norrington. He was the fulfillment of the Norrington Prophecy. He was in my care and under my protection. With me and my companions, Will did much good, from Vilwan and Port Gold to Fortress Draconis, Meredo, and Muroso. His courage and spirit can be attested to by thousands.

"Yesterday Will spoke for humanity at the Congress of Dragons on Vael. He spoke eloquently, arguing that the dragons alone should be custodians of the DragonCrown fragments. He argued one of Chytrine's sullanciri to a standstill and when the dragons agreed with him, the sullanciri attempted to murder one of them. Will prevented that murder, but could only do so at the cost of his own life."

Crow's words tightened into a croak as his hands balled. Alexia reached out, closing her hand on his shoulder. She felt the tremor running through him and squeezed.

King Scrainwood slowly rose from behind Oriosa's table. He unfolded himself and straightened in a manner that somehow struck Alexia as wrong, but she could not place why. He moved as a man might, but there was something else there. Something evil, which came through in the venom saturating his words.

"The Norrington is dead? What further proof is needed that you are indeed the traitor, that you are Chytrine's agent? You betrayed heroes an age ago, and you betrayed Will Norrington now." Scrainwood pointed a quivering finger at Alexia. "Come away from him, Princess. To be near him is to be in jeopardy, and to call him friend is to hold a viper to your breast."

Alexia started to mouth a protest, but Crow unballed a scarred fist and laid it on her hand. He gave her a glance full of love and confidence, then hardened his expression and turned to face the crowned heads.

"This ends now, King Scrainwood."

Scrainwood's eyes widened as he opened his arms. "You dare threaten me, here and now? You are evil's agent."

Crow snorted. "And how do I threaten you, King Scrainwood? I have no sword. Is it that you still feel the sting of my slaps on your cheeks? Is it your shame that wounds you, and your memory of it that makes you fear me? Fear rules you, and it infects all of you here. I have never liked you, nor have you ever liked me, and that is the way of the thing. It cannot be allowed, however, to doom the world."

He looked past and around Scrainwood. "For a quarter century there have been two strategies for dealing with Chytrine and her threat to the Southlands. One has been defensive, as exemplified by Fortress Draconis, and perverted by Oriosa's covert acquiescence to Aurolani pressure. Do not be smug. All of you have adopted this strategy to a greater or lesser extent. The fact that you are here, not at the head of armies pushing into Muroso, is further proof that you think this strategy can win.

"Resolute and I, on the other hand, have waged a war against her. We have cost her troops and leaders. We have thwarted plans. We have slowed her advances. We may not have stopped her, but we are only two. As part of our war we sought the Norrington. We plucked him from the slums of Yslin, trained him for his role, watched him assume it and acquit himself well."

Crow's voice tightened a bit, but deepened as well. "One of you dismissed him as gutterkin and a whoreget, yet he won his place in history. While still a youth, he inspired men with a willingness to fight and even die for him, and many did--all in opposition to Chytrine. His death won for us a neutrality among dragons. As a nation they will not fight for Chytrine."

Scrainwood sniffed. "A better man would have won them to our side."

"Silence!" Crow's shout produced astonished expressions on faces long unaccustomed to taking orders. "You are all playing at games. You need to make serious decisions, and you can't do it with posturing, nor with a lack of information, and it is information I bring."

He turned and pointed to Dranae. "This companion of ours is Dravothrak, a dragon in manform. He is our ally, as Chytrine has allies. In the mountains of Sarengul he slew one of her dragons. There are others among dragonkind willing to help us."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2005


    a good end to a good series, with a few neat suprises

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2005

    A good finish to a good trilogy

    Yet another Michael Stackpole trilogy comes to a close, with the forces of good once again conquering the forces of evil. Maybe I've just read too much of this kind of stuff lately, but this book seemed really predictable. Actually, that isn't fair. It was predictable in a macro sense, in that you knew the good guys were going to win. It wasn't predictable in the micro sense, though, as some main characters died surprisingly, and the way that events played was quite unexpected in some situations. Some of it wasn't even forecast, which is a nice touch. Or, rather, it may have been forecast two or even three books prior, but I read those books a few years ago and forget the elements I would need to tie things together beforehand. For example, one of the character's mother disappeared on a lake many years ago, which was mentioned in the first book in the trilogy. She makes an appearance here, just not in the way that you would suspect. And, yes, the final battle does have a sense of Deus Ex Machina, but it didn't happen in quite the way that I would have predicted, which was nice. It's too bad that this book wasn't as surprising as it could have been, but it was still a good read. With around 100 pages to go I feared that it would turn very predictable, but luckily it didn't go that way. A good finish to a good trilogy, though not the author's best work, in my opinion.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2004

    A terrific end to a great series

    Stackpole comes through with a good end to a great series. Perhaps not my favorite Stackpole novel, it is still exellent and a fantastic read. Couldn't put it down. Highly recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2004


    I have read the entire trilogy and I felt that this last book of Stackpole's was sorely dissapointing. Even though 'Grand Crusade' was a resolution to the story of the heroes,i.e. Will Norington, Princess Alexia, Resolute, Kedyn's Crow, and Kerrigan, I did not like how Will wasn't present until the very end. Furthermore, I did not like the fact that the entire book was mostly situated around the war and not the personal characters. To me, the characters make the book. I did not see much character growth in the resolution, just a continuation of the same characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2004

    Great Fantasy

    Stackpole's story is full of adventure, interesting characters, and surprising plot twists. I loved it and I hope he writes a new novel soon. TC

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2003

    Superb fantasy

    Twenty-five years ago, the Southern rulers were more interested in playing petty political games against one other than destroying the Empress Chytrine. Now she has built up her strength and has captured Fortress Draconis, which allows her hordes of the North to capture some of the southern realms. Her army also hunts for the pieces of the Dragon Crown. <P>The council of kings meets in Narriz to decide how to fight Chytrine¿s forces, a very hard job since she has turned one of the kings into her enslaved creature. She also walks among them using her magic to pass off as one of the royals. The true heroes of the conference are not the rulers. The champions include Princess Alexia, Prince Erlestoke (who is willing to defy his father if it means killing Chytrine), Alexia¿s lover Kedyn¿s Crow who has fought the empress for a quarter of a century, the powerful mage Kerrigan, and Resolute the Vorquellyn elf who is determined that his homeland will be returned with the fulfillment of the prophecy. These brave souls are steadfast in their quest to regain the lost lands and put an end to Chytrine¿s reign of terror. <P>This novel is aptly named as the civilized countries of the South (comparable to the European armies wanting to free Jerusalem from Muslim rule) do their part to try to oust the evil ruler and her minions in Aurolan. The various sub-plots showcasing the many heroes give the reader a feeling that after three books, there will be a final resolution, one that is realistic and satisfying. THE GRAND CRUSADE is epic in scope and will appeal to readers who like larger than life fantasy and sword and sorcery sagas. <P>Harriet Klausner

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