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Rosemary Kirstein’s acclaimed epic continues, as a servant of truth journeys through a world where the powerful rule by lies.

The steerswomen were seekers, collectors of knowledge, and whatever they learned was free for the asking. The wizards also had knowledge– the knowledge to command nature itself–but they jealously guarded their dark wisdom. The two groups have been at odds for centuries:
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Rosemary Kirstein’s acclaimed epic continues, as a servant of truth journeys through a world where the powerful rule by lies.

The steerswomen were seekers, collectors of knowledge, and whatever they learned was free for the asking. The wizards also had knowledge– the knowledge to command nature itself–but they jealously guarded their dark wisdom. The two groups have been at odds for centuries:
They do not agree, they do not converse, they do not associate.

Now the steerswoman Rowan has uncovered evidence that the master wizard, Slado, is conjuring dangerous spells in shadow, devastating the distant lands called the Outskirts and changing the course of the world. Rowan has no choice: Slado must be stopped . . . if he can even be found.

Following a dubious clue, Rowan and her friend Bel, an Outskirter, have come to the city of Donner, seeking answers from the past for a danger in the present. But the secrets go deeper than Rowan had ever imagined, compelling her to wonder: What if all this time she has been asking the wrong questions?

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“Kirstein’s striking portrait of an innovative woman who is scientist, judge, historian, and adventurer makes for a good, thought-provoking read.”
Publishers Weekly (starred review), about The Lost Steersman
Publishers Weekly
Like its predecessor, The Lost Steersman (2003), Kirstein's highly entertaining fourth book in her Steerswomen series offers plenty of humor and intrigue while seamlessly blending fantasy and SF. Steerswoman Rowan, who travels the world collecting and disseminating information, has come to Donner to investigate the wizard Kieran, who died 42 years earlier when an orbiting Guidestar, responsible for clearing land for the nomadic Outskirters' herds, fell from the sky. Rowan knows the Guidestar was destroyed by the master wizard Slado, once Kieran's apprentice, but the generation-old issue has now become even more important, because Slado recently used Guidestar magic to destroy three Outskirter tribes. Rowan needs to learn all she can about Slado and his allies-but that means avoiding Donner's current wizard, Jannik, and working with William, a runaway wizard's apprentice who has secrets of his own. Kirstein deftly captures the joy of Rowan's "eureka" moments as she learns to view magical power in a revolutionary way. Especially well done is the scene where she grasps the concept of programming, then proceeds to work out the steps of a list of instructions on dragons to fool a herd of the deadly beasts. This is fiction for readers who appreciate clever world-building and surprises as much as they like action and character. Agent, Frances Collin. (Aug. 31) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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The Guidestar has fallen from the sky, and Outskirter tribes are being massacred. In pursuit of the truth that connects these events, the Steerswoman Rowan arrives in Donner, a town whose resident wizard, Jannik, previously tried to destroy her. On the trail of a possibly significant clue, she finds that Donner's previous wizard, Kieran, had taken an apprentice before he mysteriously died-none other than Slado, whose known intent to devastate humankind underlies the Guidestar's fall. Joining Rowan on her quest are Bel, a fierce-hearted Outskirter, and Willam, a former wizard's apprentice who has his own secrets. Some series can be read out of sequence, but not so with Rowan's tale. Lacking the epic drama and action of its predecessor, The Lost Steersman (Del Rey, 2003/VOYA February 2004), this sequel is a quieter book that might bore the uninitiated. It is potentially frustrating to the reader, who treasures Rowan's usual worldly wanderings, that the entire plot is devoted to one straightforward task: breaking into Jannik's house to find the secret of why the Guidestar fell. Nevertheless some of Rowan's jaunts are fascinating in their unexpected originality, such as the scene where Rowan and Willam steal the dragon, but any would-be excitement gets bogged down in endless shuffling back and forth between Rowan's temporary headquarters and the houses of various Donner old-timers, who might (or might not) be able to shed light on what happened between Kieran and Slado so long ago. One hopes that the action in the next installment will be well worth the wait. VOYA CODES: 3Q 3P S A/YA (Readable without serious defects; Will appeal with pushing; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12;Adult-marketed book recommended for Young Adults). 2004, Del Rey, 389p., Trade pb. Ages 15 to Adult.
—Christine Borne
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In a world in which the steerswomen, collectors and disseminators of information, stand in direct opposition to the wizards, keepers of secrets and reluctant sharers of knowledge, the steerswoman Rowan discovers the treachery of the master-wizard and resolves to confront him. Faced with obstacles from the beginning of her search, she finds an unexpected ally and new, though tentative, hope for success. The latest addition to Kirstein's "Steerswoman" series (The Steerswoman's Road) blends fantasy with sf in a richly detailed saga of personal heroism and lost knowledge. A strong addition to most fantasy collections. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345468352
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 8/31/2004
  • Pages: 400
  • Product dimensions: 5.48 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.87 (d)

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CHAPTER ONE

It was the first break in the weather. The cargo ship had stood off from Donner for days; no barges had been able to cross the shallows to unload her, and the seas beyond had been high, and wild with wind. Early snow obscured the distance, and Graceful Days had been a glimpse, a guess, a dancing ghost behind curtains of spray and snow, until this morning.

Fortunate that she carried so few passengers. Only three, and two were ill: a large man and a small woman, now sitting huddled together in the center of the transfer barge, with an air of surrender and exhaustion that spoke of days of continual seasickness.

The starboardside bargeman grimaced sympathy, and attempted to pole more smoothly. The change only confused his partner, who tootled the whistle she held clenched in her teeth, admonishing him to work in proper rhythm.

The third passenger sat by the gunwale among a handful of the ship’s crew members. The bargeman had thought her a sailor herself, at first; she was that easy on the water. But the captain of Graceful Days, sitting across from her, seemed to treat her as an equal, conversing in respectful tones, at one point angling himself to block the splashes raised by a set of small waves so that the map the woman held in her lap would not get wet.

The bargeman spared another glance from his work, to see what so interested her. He could not read; but the spread of streets, the jut of wharves, and the curve of a broad river identified Donner itself. The woman seemed to sense his gaze, and looked up.

She was not seasick, but she had been ill, in some other way, and not long ago. The clear gray eyes were too large in a face that showed its bones too well. Her short hair, brittle even in the damp air, was both dark and light: the color of wet sand, but tipped with remnants of sun-bleached yellow. She looked like a woman burned by years of light, paled by recent months of darkness.

He realized that he had been staring, and shied his glance away, putting his back into his work; but when he looked again, he found her studying him just as closely. “How old are you?” she asked abruptly.

The question took him aback; another toot from his partner reminded him where his attention should be. He poled once, twice, and could see neither why the passenger would ask such a question, nor why he should answer.

But there was no reason not to. “Thirty-one,” he replied. A woman with a map—and, he now saw, a pack stowed behind her, with a map case whose end jutted from the top: a steerswoman? She did wear a thin gold chain, such as the Steerswomen wore, but showed no silver ring on her left hand, only a remarkable collection of small, old scars.

Still: “Thank you,” she said, as if it were habit, as if she had the right to ask, ask any question at all. And with her question answered, she seemed to dismiss him, returning to her conversation with Gregori, the captain.

Gregori leaned over the city map, indicated. “There, about—Tilemaker’s Street. Whole row of shops, and the jeweler’s among them.”

The crew member seated behind him spoke up. “Excuse me, sir, and lady,” she put in, “but I’ve dealt with them; more dear than they need to be. There’s another jeweler’s, off near the tea shop. Found a pretty pin for my sweetheart, not so fancy, maybe, but half the price the other asked.”

“Now, no one will charge Rowan—or they ought not, properly,” the captain said.

“Properly,” Rowan put in, “they have every right to charge me, if they insist. The rule only states that one must answer a steerswoman’s questions; indulging a steerswoman’s personal needs is entirely optional. If I find I must pay after all, the cheaper establishment will do.” She rolled her map and leaned back to slide it in among the others in the map case.

The barge approached Tyler’s Gully, a hidden trench in the bed of the shallows, and the barge tenders doubled their efforts to acquire the speed needed to coast past it. The change in motion distressed one of the other passengers, who suddenly clambered wildly over crates and bales of raw silk in order to be sick over the side. Wry comments from the sailors, and in one case, applause, but she took the jibes with remarkable good humor, and sensibly remained by the portside gunwale for the rest of the trip.

When the barge slid up to the wharf, Rowan leaned back to let the others disembark first, then accepted an assist from the captain. “Hup!” His hands on her waist, he lifted her bodily from the barge onto the wharf, a move that first startled, then amused her.

“It’s been a while since last someone did that for me,” Rowan said.

“Light as a feather. And are you all right with that pack? Seems a bit large.”

“It’s what I need. I’ll get used to it again, soon enough.” By way of demonstration she swung it up, neatly and smoothly, slipping her left arm, then her right, into the straps. A familiar movement, and a familiar, welcome weight.

Gregori stood back to admire her: pack, cloak, and grin. “Well. There you go, then.” He clasped her hand. “And whichever one of us sees Zenna again first, will give the other’s love to her.”

“I believe that will be you.”

“You’re probably right. The sea’s a wide road, and you’re heading for narrow ones.” He glanced about; no one else was nearby. He leaned closer, spoke more quietly. “And I hope your work here goes well.”

He released her hand and turned away, calling instructions to the stevedores; and the steerswoman made her way down the long wharf.

Donner was built on flat land, and as soon as Rowan left the openness of the harborside, all sense of space vanished. The street before her seemed merely a corridor, the shops and homes to either side its rooms, an effect completed by the heavy white sky hanging close above like a low ceiling. Donner, despite being a city, felt today as if it existed within arm’s reach only.

But when Rowan looked up, the low tower of the harbormaster’s office was visible above, dimmed gray by the damp-laden air. Yet even that seemed two-dimensional, like a sketch of a tower, vague outline and shadow.

The office on the first floor was deserted. Rowan passed through to the back, and discovered a set of stairs leading above. She considered the steep ascent, winced, sighed. Leaving her pack below, she climbed.

At the top: a square room, occupying the entire top floor, with broad windows open all around. Rowan leaned back against the railing of the stairwell, nursing an ache in her left leg, and studied the view.

The southeast window looked out squarely on the harbor, where the barge was now plying its way back across the water, dimming as it neared Graceful Days, the ship itself a mere shadow. Northeast, low buildings spread to the river’s edge, thinning to the north as they approached the mud flats, where a portion of Greyriver’s broad expanse was visible, seeming to curl back around the city like a broad, protecting arm. Northwest, ornate residences crowded, then spaced themselves, and finally stood smugly solitary up against the edge of a grove of cultivated fruit trees that vanished into mist.

Southwest: the heart of the city, with a sweep of low and high rooftops, continuous, but for a sudden gap, large enough that a portion of the bare ground was visible. There, a crew of about a dozen people was at work, laying yellowish paving stones.

Inside the room, shelves ran along the walls beneath each window. Rowan limped over to check the contents, hoping that she would not find the package she herself had sent some months ago. Quite possibly it had never made its way past Donner at all, and the Prime still remained entirely unaware of Rowan’s discoveries in the Demon Lands.

The package was not present, but Rowan was in no way reassured: seated in a wooden chair, its front legs tilted off the floor and his feet comfortably propped on an old crate, was the watcher on duty. He was fast asleep.

He had stirred not at all during Rowan’s investigations, and she had not been quiet. Any passing thief or vagrant could easily have wandered in and made off with any of the various items. She resisted the impulse to kick the chair legs out from under the man.

She did, however, achieve a measure of satisfaction by standing behind him when she tapped his shoulder. He came awake with a start, dropped the chair forward with a thump and an outfling of arms and legs. “Oof!”

Rowan remained patiently in place while he looked about in confusion, left and right, and finally found her. He stood and shook down his skewed clothing, then stepped forward. “Well, what’s your business?” he asked, now all brisk efficiency.

“I sent a package through here some months ago. I was wondering if it managed to get past Donner at all?”

The insult was lost on him. “From and to?” he asked, scanning the shelves as if whatever system organized them were invisible only to Rowan.

“From Rowan, Steerswoman, Alemeth. To Henra, Prime, the Steerswomen’s Archives, north of Wulfshaven.” And because his chair was now empty, and her left leg was protesting vigorously, she sat.

“A steerswoman, is it?” He studied her with new respect, which faltered when his glance reached her left hand. “You’ve got no ring . . .”

“No. I removed it in the course of a demonstration, and later found that it had been pilfered.”

“Stealing from a steerswoman; some people have no shame! But that package, I do remember it now. We sent that out on the Windworthy, about five months ago. They were heading to The Crags”—he put up a hand to forestall Rowan’s protest—“but they were planning to stop and stand off High Island on the way, and get met by a fishing boat, I forget why. We figured they could give it to the fishers and just have them pass it up-Islands to Wulfshaven.”

Rowan’s mouth twisted. “An attractive theory. I wonder if it actually worked?” There was intercourse among the Islands, often enough, but just as often the fisherfolk found excuse for disputes and occasional furtive vendettas. But with luck, her package might now be safe at the Archives.

“Here.” Rowan removed a fat letter from inside her vest and, with a degree of reluctance, entrusted it to the watcher’s care.

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    strong Steerswoman Saga

    Every two decades, the Guidestar performed a Routine Bioform Clearance sending out massive heat rays in lands past the outskirts that would destroy dangerous creatures and poisonous flora. This can no longer happen because the Guidestar fell out of the sky which means the outsider tribes couldn¿t move east and would have to travel to the Inner lands to survive. Rowan the steerswoman discovers that the Guidestar was deliberately knocked out of the sky by the use of magic.---- The wizard who did this is Slado; Rowan and her friend the Outskirter Bel desperately needs to find him and make things right or war will break out between the two groups. In the port city of Donner, Rowan and Bel are looking through the steerswoman archives and talking to people trying to find Slado, who apprenticed to a wizard who died under strange circumstances. Slado disappeared and the new wizard prevents the dragons from overrunning the town. They meet Will, the wizard Corvus¿ apprentice and together they devise a plan to enter the wizard Jannik¿s house and use his belongings to find out why Slado is moving the world towards war. ---- This installment of the Steerswoman Saga moves the reader one step closer to finding out what the unseen antagonist is doing and why he is doing it. The protagonist shows the townsfolk that wizards are not invulnerable and they can work in secret groups to throw off the repressive yoke of the wizards. Rosemary Kirsten is a powerful storyteller who has created a series in which each book can stand alone although it is part of a larger saga. THE LANGUAGE OF POWER is a fine work of speculative fiction where the lines between science and magic constantly blur.---- Harriet Klausner

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