The Order War (Recluce Series #4)

The Order War (Recluce Series #4)

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by L. E. Modesitt Jr.

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The saga of Recluce, launched in The Magic of Recluce and continuing in The Towers of the Sunset and The Magic Engineer reaches a new climax in The Order War. "Modesitt has created an exceptionally vivid world," says L. Sprague de Camp, "so concretely visualized as to give the impression that Modesitt himself must have dwelt there."

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The saga of Recluce, launched in The Magic of Recluce and continuing in The Towers of the Sunset and The Magic Engineer reaches a new climax in The Order War. "Modesitt has created an exceptionally vivid world," says L. Sprague de Camp, "so concretely visualized as to give the impression that Modesitt himself must have dwelt there." Publishers Weekly says, "Modesitt creates a complex world bgased on a plausible system of magic and peopled with engaging and realistic characters."

Set after the events of The Magic Engineer (and prior to The Magic of Recluce) The Order War illuminates great figures and major events in the historic war between order and chaos that is the central focus of the saga of Recluce.

The deadly White Wizards of Fairhaven, wielding the forces of chaos, have completed their great highway through the Westhorns and now threatened the ancient matriarchy of Sarronnyn, the last bastion of order in Candar. The ruler of Sarronnyn appeals to the Black order wizards of Recluce for help.

Justen - a young Black Engineer in the city of Nylan - joins the relief force. Despite their success in destroying more than half the White armies, Sarronnyn falls to the White Wizards, and Justen is chased into the most inhospitable desert in Candar. These trials are but the beginning, for the White Wizards have all Candar in their grasp. Justen must fight both Recluce and Fairhaven, as well as the highest powers of order and the forbidden technology to harness chaos itself in his efforts to halt the conquest of the chaos wizards.

The Order War is the fourth book of the saga of Recluce.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In this fourth tale set in Modesitt's universe, where good and evil, chaos and order, are in perpetual conflict, a young wizard reluctantly finds that his destiny is to strike a balance, but at considerable personal cost. Sometime well after the events in The Magic Engineer and before The Magic of Recluce, order engineer Justen, a junior in his guild, volunteers for a force sent by Recluce to aid the matriarchy of Sarronnyn, under attack by the White Wizards of Fairhaven in their move to extend the rule of chaos. The vastly outnumbered armies of order nearly succeed in holding back the conquerors, mostly due to Justen's development of chaos-destroying weapons and the efforts of his brother Gunnar, a powerful Air Wizard who marshals the weather as a formidable weapon and unleashes flash floods. But treason fells the defenders, and Justen is separated from his cohorts and ends up wandering in the deserts of Candar. Rescued by the druid Dayala, he is taken to her people in Naclos, where he learns about living in perfect harmony with nature, and about his fearsome destiny to curtail the savage war between order and chaos. Although at times his villains seem a touch unsophisticated and even simpleminded for the evil they perpetrate, Modesitt creates a deeper and more intricate world with each volume. (Jan.)
Library Journal
When the White Wizards of Fairhaven unleash their chaos-borne powers against the forces of order while laying siege to the land of Sarronyn, the order-bound Black Wizards of Recluce enter the battle on the side of the defenders. Justen, a young Black Engineer, discovers that the only sure road to victory over chaos involves breaching the gap between chaos and order-an action both forbidden and dangerous. In this latest addition to the Recluce saga, Modesitt (The Magic Engineer, LJ 3/15/94) fills another gap in this history of a world's ongoing struggle to balance opposing forces. The author's ability to concentrate on the personal lives of the characters as well as their involvement in world-shaking decisions gives depth and believability to a unique fantasy environment. A strong choice for most fantasy collections.
Roland Green
The fourth volume of Modesitt's saga about the fantasy world of Recluce falls chronologically between "The Magic Engineer" and "The Magic of Recluce" (1991) and most closely resembles the former. In it, a young Black Engineer is called on to oppose a formidable coalition of White Wizards that is threatening to overrun the last bastion of order in Recluce. Defeated and driven into exile, he has to call on all available magic as well as appropriate technology to ensure even his own survival, let alone the remotest chance of the victory of order. Modesitt's elaborate and intelligent working out of a system of magic and a system of technology parallel to it is becoming more the life-blood of the Recluce books with every new volume. Pacing continues to be slow, but as before, Modesitt gives us a new twist on the theme of chaos versus order, which is one of the reasons his saga continues to gain in popularity.
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"Modesitt creates a deeper and more intricate world with each volume." —Publishers Weekly

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Recluce Series, #4
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First Edition
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4.24(w) x 6.72(h) x 1.28(d)

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Justen watched from the smooth stones of the oldest pier in Nylan as the Shierra pulled away and out into the channel. The black iron plate of the deckhouse and single turret glistened in the morning sunlight, and the four-span gun pointed forward like a black staff aimed at chaos.

A thin line of white water flowed aft from the newest warship of the Mighty Ten as she eased out into the Gulf of Candar between the twin breakwaters that dated back to the building of Nylan itself.

The young man in engineers' black brushed a hand through his short and light brown hair before glancing at the three students. "Watch closely, with just your eyes, after she clears the breakwater."

"Watch what?" asked the thin, redheaded boy.

"The ship, silly," answered the stocky girl.

"Why?" questioned Norah, a petite and big-eyed blonde girl.

"Watch," repeated Justen.

As heat pulsed from the Shierra's funnel, visible only as a wavering of the greenish-blue sky to the west, white streaks seemed to flow back from the bow as the black warship built up speed. Suddenly, both wake and ship vanished, leaving only the heat lines across the western sky.

"What happened?" asked Daskin, the redhead, a hand raised to scratch his thick, curly hair.

"The Brother raised his shields, of course, just like we're going to be taught to do." The stocky girl, Jyll, did not quite snort her disgust, but flipped her hair away from Daskin.

Justen stepped back to avoid swallowing long, black, loose tresses. He did not contradict her statement about being taught shielding, but it would be years before any of these three were ready—at least from what he could tell, but that, thankfully, was not his decision.

"Let's go." He turned uphill, and the three students followed, Norah trailing, her eyes still turning seaward toward the heat lines that were the only trace of the Shierra. A light breeze, bearing a remnant of chill from the later winter, ruffled his black overtunic.

As they passed the armory, a lanky, red-haired woman in green emerged.

"Krytella!" Justen waved.

"Justen. I'll walk up to the classroom building, if you're headed that way." Krytella smiled. "Do you know if Gunnar's anywhere around?"

"No. He's up at Land's End, studying the Founders' records of the Change." Justen tried to keep his voice level. Gunnar, always Gunnar, as if his older brother were the great Creslin himself.

"Are there any? Real records, I mean?"

"I suppose there must be. Dorrin certainly left records." Justen stopped outside of the long and low black stone building that almost seemed part of the grassy hillside.

"But he was an engineer."

"He also wrote The Basis of Order. Most of it, anyway." Justen gestured at the three students. "You can get something from the fruit table in the dining hall. Then we'll meet in the corner room."

"Thank you, Magister Justen," the three chorused.

"I'm not a magister, just a junior engineer of sorts," Justen observed, but the three had already trooped off.

"How can you be happy offering beginning order-instruction to spoiled kids?" asked Krytella.

"Why not? Someone has to, and—" Justen stopped, realizing that once again Krytella had compared him, unfavorably, to his older brother. He forced a grin and continued. "—and I'd better catch up with them before they eat all the fruit."

"Tell Gunnar I need to talk to him."

"I will, but you'll likely see him before I do."

"Have fun with your students."

"Thank you."

The three had not eaten all the dried fruit, having left at least half of it. In passing the snack table, Justen grabbed several dried pearapple sections and stuffed them in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed quickly. Then he walked down the stairs to the belowground corridor that bisected the sunken indoor garden. The garden separated the dining wing from the classrooms.

The three looked up from their cushions as he closed the door.

"Take out your Basis of Order. Let's take a look at the third section of the first part, page fifty—the part about the concentration of order." Justen waited as they paged through the books that were still too stiff, as if the only time they read was when Justen insisted. "Would you read it, Norah?"

The wide-eyed blonde cleared her throat. "…a staff, or any other object, may be infused with order. If the Balance is maintained, concentrating such order must result in a greater amount of chaos somewhere else. Therefore, the greater the effort to concentrate order within material objects, the greater the amount of free chaos within the world."

"What does that mean, Daskin?"

"I don't know, Magister."

"All right. You read the words, the same words."

"The same words?"

Justen nodded.

"…a staff, or any other object…" Daskin repeated the words already read aloud by Norah.

"Now, what does it mean?"

Daskin sighed. "I guess it's something about why the engineers don't put order into everything they build."

Justen nodded at Jyll.

"Is that why there are only ten of the black iron ships?" she asked.

"How much order goes into building a ship like the Shierra?" Justen probed.

"Lots, or you wouldn't have asked," Norah said, grinning.

"How much iron would it take to build a hundred ships?"

"But iron's stronger, isn't it?" asked Daskin.

"You can grow more oaks and firs, but you can't grow more iron. Once you've taken iron out of the earth, it's used. Once you remove that iron from the high hills…then what?"

All three looked blankly at the floor.

"What holds Recluce together?"

"Order," the three muttered.

"What does iron do?"

"Holds order."

"Fine. What happens if we take all the iron out of the high hills? Why do you think we try to buy as much iron as we can from Hamor, or even from Lydiar?"

"Oh…That keeps more order in Recluce?"

"Right." Justen forced a smile. "Let's look at the question of limits. Where will you find that, Jyll?"

The stocky girl shrugged.

Justen took a deep breath instead of yelling. He waited before saying, "Look toward the end of the opening chapters. All of you. Tell me when you find something."

Justen walked from one corner of the room to the other. Had he and Gunnar been so slow?

The three students continued to page slowly through The Basis of Order.

Finally, Norah raised a hand. "Is this it?" She cleared her throat, then began to read slowly: "If order or chaos be without limits, then common sense would indicate that each should have triumphed when the great ones of each discipline have arisen. Yet neither has so triumphed, despite men and women of power, intelligence, and ambition. Therefore, the scope of both order and chaos is in fact limited, and the belief in the balance of forces demonstrated…"

Justen nodded. "What does it mean?"

"I'm not sure."

The young engineer looked out the window, across the ridgeline and northward to the blackstone walls that separated Nylan from the rest of Recluce. Then he looked downhill and out across the Eastern Ocean. Maybe Krytella was correct. Someone had to teach, but was he the right one?

Copyright © 1995 by L. E. Modesitt, Jr.

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An intriguing fantasy in a fascinating world, with characters that catch you up. Modesitt presents an interesting study of Chaos versus Order, Good versus Evil...and the attractions each of them has for all of us.

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Order War (Recluce Series #4) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Unfortunately the other person who completed a review of this book is clueless. This story is written in the same present tense as all the other Recluce stories and is a fantastic read.
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A unique series...a very good read.
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Unlike his other books, Modesitt has chosen to use the past tense in this particular installment of the Recluce series. This unfortunately makes reading the book an excruciatingly painful experience. I actually dropped the book like a hot ingot after seventy pages of mentally changing the story to the present tense. I am about to move to the next book, but I would plead with the author never to attempt something this 'creative' again.