Ravenheart [NOOK Book]

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Eight hundred years have passed since King Connavar of the Rigante and his bastard son, Bane, defeated the invading army of Stone. Now the Rigante have lost the freedom and culture so many gave their lives to preserve. Only one woman remains who follows the ancient ways–the Wyrd of Wishing Tree Wood–and she alone knows the nature of the evil soon to be unleashed. But the Wyrd pins her hope on two men: a giant Rigante fighter, a man haunted by his failure to save his best friend from betrayal; and a youth whose ...
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Overview

Eight hundred years have passed since King Connavar of the Rigante and his bastard son, Bane, defeated the invading army of Stone. Now the Rigante have lost the freedom and culture so many gave their lives to preserve. Only one woman remains who follows the ancient ways–the Wyrd of Wishing Tree Wood–and she alone knows the nature of the evil soon to be unleashed. But the Wyrd pins her hope on two men: a giant Rigante fighter, a man haunted by his failure to save his best friend from betrayal; and a youth whose deadly talents will earn him the rancor of the brutal Varlish. One will become the Ravenheart, an outlaw leader whose daring exploits will inspire the Rigante. The other will forge a legend–and light the fires of revolution. . . .


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In a perilous land, facing an uncertain future, the Wyrd finds her initial hopes pinned on two men: Jaim Grymauch, the giant Rigante fighter, a man haunted by his failure to save his best friend from betrayal; and Kaelin Ring, a youth whose deadly talents will earn him the rancor of all Varlish.

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It has been 800 years since we last visited the Rigante, and a great deal has occurred during that time. For those of you not familiar with Gemmell's series, Ravenheart is the third volume in the tale of the Rigante people. And although each novel is a stand-alone story, I highly recommend reading the first two volumes as well: Sword in the Storm and 0345432363. The plotlines are not connected with this tale, but knowing the history of the people that inhabit this world will truly add to your enjoyment.

In Ravenheart, we find the Rigante people to be a subjugated race. The Varlish have long since defeated them in battle and now rule the land. The Rigante's spirit has been broken, and they are trying to eke out an existence with some semblance of dignity. This is where Gemmell shines. He does not miss one sad, oppressive detail. The Rigante are second-class citizens in their own land. Forced to live in near enslavement, they are not allowed to wear their colors or hoist their flag. They are not allowed to learn swordsmanship or ride horses. They are not allowed to own a Varlish business. And on top of that, as we all know, the victor rewrites history. Rigante and Varlish history have been twisted so much that the greatest hero in Rigante history, Connavar, is now believed to have been Varlish! All of these points are so wonderfully illustrated and so necessary to paint a realistic picture of a captured nation. I physically felt the weight of injustice that was bearing down on the Rigante, as they futilely tried to earn decent livings, raise families, and somehow find happiness in the hellish conditions.

Gemmell's skill, however, is not just in drawing this elaborate portrait of a nation, but in creating multi-dimensional characters that power the story. Take, for example, the evolution of Alterith Shaddler, a Varlish schoolteacher. At the beginning of the novel, he is portrayed as a rigid, closed-minded nationalist. His interactions with the young Rigante hero Kaelin Ring shows the sheer stubbornness a person who supposedly knows everything can possess. But he does change, albeit slowly. Deep-rooted Varlish beliefs in education and the law compel him to look more closely at what he is teaching, at what is supposed to be the truth. Though he never wavers from his own cultural pride, he comes to respect the Rigante's heritage and sees shamefulness in his people's current actions. Shaddler's growth is one of the most compelling reasons to read this novel.

The Varlish think the Rigante's spirit is long broken, but they're wrong. The Black Rigante are a northern tribe that holds true to the old customs and ways. Kaelin Ring is the son of a murdered chieftain, and the blood of the Rigante runs true in him. Ring is a classic hero in the tradition of Connavar and Bane. His hatred of the Varlish leads him north to the Black Rigante. There he will begin to fulfill his destiny. (Lisa Echenthal)

VOYA
Gemmell's third episode of The Rigante series reveals the highlanders as oppressed people living under the harsh rule of the Varlish Moidart and his soldiers. The hate and distrust between the two groups goes back more than eight hundred years to when the Rigante—led by their legendary hero, Connavar, and his son, Bane—fought off the invading Varlish. Since that time, the Varlish army has conquered and suppressed the highlanders, forbidding them to own weapons and wear clan colors. Some of the Rigante fled to the hills, living as outlaws known as the Black Rigante. Jaim Grymauch, a fearless, eye-patch-wearing highlander, mentors the young Kaelin Ring, the Ravenheart. Under his tutelage, Kaelin grows into a fine fighter and loyal clansman. Maev Ring, Kaelin's aunt and the object of Jaim's unrequited love, cares for him after the Varlish soldiers kill his mother. Several murders and betrayals precipitate fifteen-year-old Kaelin's leaving home to hide out among the Black Rigante, where he finds true love and danger. A climaxing battle between the two factions force Kaelin and Jaim into a life-and-death struggle for freedom. Gemmel's story is more a rousing adventure saga, paralleling the conflicts of the Scottish and the English, than a fantasy tale with magic or special powers. Only one character, the Wyrd of Wishing Tree Wood, a soothsayer, has the ability to materialize and tell the future. Engrossing action and fluid dialogue keep the reader intrigued. Some story lines are incomplete, leaving the reader anxiously waiting for the next installment. VOYA CODES:4Q 2P J S A/YA (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses;For the YA with a special interest in thesubject;Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9;Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12;Adult and Young Adult). 2001, Del Rey, 404p, $24.95. Ages 12 to Adult. Reviewer:Brenda Moses-Allen—VOYA, December 2001 (Vol. 24, No. 5)
Library Journal
In a world ruled by Varlish conquerors, the highlanders of the Rigante clan live for the day when they can reclaim their rightful lands. Kaelin Ring, the son of a dead Rigante hero, struggles to live up to his destiny, led by the spirit and example of a living Rigante warrior. Gemmel's "Rigante" series (The Sword in the Storm, Midnight Falcon) creates a fantasy world with Celtic overtones in which to explore the lives and fortunes of a people engaged in a battle for freedom and honor. A good choice for fantasy collections. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-Kaelin Ring (Ravenheart) is growing up in a society torn by hatred. The proud Rigante are subjugated by the equally proud Varlish, and neither group sees much of value in the other. A series of atrocities, graphically but not gratuitously described, sharpen Kaelin Ring's hatred. He kills two Varlish soldiers who are about to escape justice for raping a young Varlish woman who dared to associate with him. The scenario will be familiar enough to anyone who sees the news reports of ethnic strife around the globe. In Gemmell's hands, the tale evolves into something more complex, and members of each group slowly recognize the nobility present in members of the other, and come to terms with some of their own weaknesses. Kaelin's awkward relationship with a young woman he desires, Chara Jace, adds to the cauldron of emotions. Gemmell gives readers heroes with deep flaws and antagonists with surprising moments of virtue, as well as a few entertainingly black-hearted villains. The frequently bloody action is interspersed with epiphanies about the value of human life, and Kaelin's experiences are balanced with those of a Varlish boy, Gaise Macon, aka Stormrider. (A sequel to Ravenheart, Stormrider is due out in February, 2002.) This fast-moving book will appeal to fans of action and adventure. The book uses material from The Sword in the Storm and Midnight Falcon (both Ballantine, 2001) for background, but since those books were set 800 years earlier, this one doesn't seem at all like a sequel.-Paul Brink, Fairfax County Public Library System, VA Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307797582
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/1/2011
  • Series: Rigante, #3
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 102,621
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

David Gemmell was born in London, England, in the summer of 1948. Expelled from school at sixteen, he became a bouncer by night, working nightclubs in Soho. Born with a silver tongue, Gemmell rarely needed to bounce customers, relying on his gift of gab to talk his way out of trouble. This talent eventually led to a job as freelancer for the London Daily Mail, Daily Mirror, and Daily Express. His first novel, Legend, was published in 1984 and has remained in print ever since. He became a full-time writer in 1986. His books consistently top the London Times bestseller list.


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The sun was setting, and Lanovar sat slumped against the stone, the last of the sunlight bathing him in gold. There was a little heat in the dying winter sun, and the brightness felt good against his closed lids. Lanovar sighed and opened his eyes. The huge figure of Jaim Grymauch stood close by, gazing down at him.

“Let me carry you to the Wyrd, Lan,” he said. “She’ll cast an ancient spell and heal you.”

“In a while, my friend. I’ll just rest here and gather my strength.”

Grymauch swore and turned away. Loosening the strap at his shoulder, he swung the massive broadsword clear of his back. The black hilt was almost a foot long, crowned with an iron globe pommel. The curved quillons were beautifully crafted to represent the flared wings of a hunting falcon. Drawing the fifty-two-inch blade from the scabbard, Grymauch examined the sword in the fading light. There were still bloodstains on the blade, and he wiped them away with the hem of his black cloak. Beside him Lanovar lifted clear the wedge of blood-soaked cloth he had been holding to the wound in his side. The bleeding had slowed, and the pain was almost gone. He glanced up at Grymauch.

“That monstrosity should be in the Druagh museum,” said Lanovar. “It is an anachronism.”

“I don’t know what that means,” muttered Grymauch.

“It means out of its time, my friend. That blade was created to rip through plate armor. No one wears plate anymore.”

Grymauch sighed. Returning the blade to its scabbard, he sat down beside his friend. “Out of its time, eh?” he said. “It is like us, then, Lan. We should have been born in the days of the real highland kings.”

Blood was leaking slowly from the cloth plugging the exit wound in Lanovar’s lower back, a dark stain spreading across the outlawed blue and green cloak of the Rigante. “I need to plug the wound again,” said Grymauch.

Lanovar made no complaint as the clansman pulled him forward, and he felt nothing as Grymauch pressed a fresh wad of cloth into the wound. Lanovar’s mind wandered briefly.

He saw again the standing stone and the tall black-clad man waiting there. Regrets were pointless now, but he should have trusted his instincts. He had known deep in his heart that the Moidart could not be trusted. As their gaze had met, he had seen the hatred in the man’s dark eyes. But the prize had been too great, and Lanovar had allowed the dazzle of its promise to blind him to the truth.

The Moidart had promised that the turbulent years would end: no more pointless bloodshed, no more senseless feuds, no more murdered soldiers and clansmen. This night, at the ancient stone, he and the Moidart would clasp hands and put an end to the savagery. For his part the Moidart had also agreed to petition the king and have Clan Rigante reinstated to the roll of honor.

Lanovar’s black warhound, Raven, had growled deeply as they walked into the clearing. “Be silent, boy,” whispered Lanovar. “This is an end to battle—not the beginning of it.” He approached the Moidart, extending his hand. “It is good that we can meet in this way,” said Lanovar. “This feud has bled the highlands for too long.”

“Aye, it ends tonight,” agreed the Moidart, stepping back into the shadow of the stone.

For a fraction of a heartbeat Lanovar stood still, his hand still extended. Then he heard movement from the undergrowth to the left and right and saw armed men rise up from hiding. Six soldiers carrying muskets emerged and surrounded the Rigante leader. Several others moved into sight, sabers in their hands. Raven bunched his muscles to charge, but Lanovar stopped him with a word of command. The Rigante leader stood very still. As agreed, he had brought no weapon to the meeting.

He glanced back at the Moidart. The nobleman was smiling now, though no humor showed in his dark, hooded eyes. Instead there was hatred, deep and all-consuming.

“So your word counts for nothing,” Lanovar said softly. “Safe conduct, you said.”

“It will be safe conduct, you Rigante scum,” said the Moidart. “Safe conduct to my castle. Safe conduct to the deepest dungeon within it. Then safe conduct up every step of the gallows.”

At that moment a bellowing war cry pierced the air. A massive figure rushed into sight, a huge broadsword raised high. His lower face was masked by a black scarf, and his dark clothes bore no clan markings. Lanovar’s spirits soared.

It was Grymauch!

The surprised soldiers swung toward the charging warrior. Several shots were fired, but not one ball struck him. The massive broadsword swung down, slicing a soldier from shoulder to belly before exiting in a bloody spray. In the panic that followed the clansman’s charge Lanovar leapt to his left, grabbed a musket by the barrel, and dragged it from the hands of a startled soldier. As the man rushed in to retrieve the weapon, Lanovar crashed the butt into his face, knocking him from his feet. A second musketeer ran in. The warhound Raven gave a savage growl and then leapt, his great jaws closing on the man’s throat. Lanovar raised the musket to his shoulder and sought out the Moidart. The nobleman had ducked back into the undergrowth. More shots rang out. Smoke from the guns drifted like mist in the clearing, and the air stank of sulfur. Grymauch, slashing the great blade left and right, hurled himself at the musketeers. A swordsman ran in behind the clansman. Raising the captured musket, Lanovar fired quickly. The shot struck the hilt of the swordsman’s upraised weapon and ricocheted back through the hapless man’s right eye. Across the clearing three more muske- teers came into view. Raven, his jaws drenched with blood, tore into them. One went down screaming. The others shot into the snarling hound. Raven slumped to the ground.

Lanovar threw aside the musket and ran toward Grymauch. The musketeers, their weapons empty, were backing away from the ferocious clansman. The swordsmen were dead or had fled into the woods. Lanovar moved alongside the blood-spattered warrior.

“We leave! Now!” he shouted.

As they swung away, the Moidart stepped from behind a tree. Grymauch saw him—and the long-barreled pistol in his hand. Vainly he tried to move across Lanovar, shielding him. But the shot tore through Grymauch’s black cloak, ripping into the outlaw leader’s side and out through his back. “That is for Rayena!” shouted the Moidart.

Lanovar’s legs gave way instantly. Grymauch reached down, hauled him upright, and draped the paralyzed man across his shoulder. Then he ran into the thicket beyond the trail. At first the pain had been incredible, but then Lanovar had passed out. When he awoke, he was here on the mountainside and the pain was all but gone.

“How are you feeling?” asked Grymauch.

“Not so braw,” admitted Lanovar. Grymauch had plugged the wound again and had settled him back against a rock face. Lanovar began to slide sideways. He tried to move his right arm to stop himself. The limb twitched but did not respond. Grymauch caught him and held him close for a moment. “Just wedge me against the rock,” whispered Lanovar. Grymauch did as he was bidden.

“Are you warm enough? You look cold, Lan. I’ll light a fire.”

“And bring them down upon us? I think not.” Reaching down, he pressed his left hand against the flesh of his left thigh. “I cannot feel my leg.”

“I told you, man. Did I not tell you?” stormed Grymauch. “The man is a serpent. There is no honor in him.”

“Aye, you told me.” Lanovar began to tremble. Grymauch moved in close, pulling off his own black cloak and wrapping it around the shoulders of his friend. He looked into Lanovar’s curiously colored eyes, one green and one gold.

“We’ll rest a little,” said Grymauch. “Then I’ll find the Wyrd.”

Jaim Grymauch moved out along the ledge and stared down over the mountainside. There was no sign of pursuit now, but there would be. He glanced back at his wounded friend. Again and again he replayed the scene in his mind. He should have been there sooner. Instead, to avoid being seen by Lanovar, he had cut across the high trail, adding long minutes to the journey. As he had crested the rise, he had seen the soldiers crouched in hiding and watched as his greatest friend walked into the ambush. Masking his face with his scarf, Jaim had drawn his sword and rushed down to hurl himself at the enemy. He would willingly have sacrificed his own life to save Lanovar from harm.

The sun was setting, the temperature dropping fast. Jaim shivered. There was precious little fuel to be found that high. Trees did not grow there. He moved back alongside Lanovar. The Rigante leader’s face looked ghostly pale, his eyes and cheeks sunken. Jaim’s black cloak sat on the man’s shoulders like a dark shroud. Jaim stroked Lanovar’s brow. The wounded man opened his eyes.

Jaim saw that he was watching the sky turn crimson as the sun set. It was a beautiful sunset, and Lanovar smiled. “I love this land,” he said, his voice stronger. “I love it with all my heart, Jaim. This is a land of heroes. Did you know the great Connavar was born not two miles from here? And the battle king, Bane. There used to be a settlement by the three streams.”

Jaim shrugged. “All I know about Connavar is that he was nine feet tall and had a magic sword crafted from lightning. Could have done with that sword two hours ago. I’d have left none of the bastards alive.”

They lapsed into silence. Jaim felt a growing sense of disorientation. It was as if he were dreaming. Time had no meaning, and even the breeze had faded away. The new night was still and infinitely peaceful.

Lanovar is dying.

The thought came unbidden, and anger raged through him. “Rubbish!” he said aloud. “He is young and strong. He has always been strong. I’ll get him to the Wyrd. By heaven, I will!”

Jaim rolled to his knees and, lifting Lanovar into his arms, pushed himself to his feet. Lanovar’s head was resting on Jaim’s shoulder. Moonlight bathed them both. “We’re going now, Lan.”

Lanovar groaned, his face contorting with pain. “Put . . . me . . . down.”

“We must find the Wyrd. She’ll have magic. The Wishing Tree woods have magic.”

In his mind he saw the woods, picturing the path they must take. At least four miles from there, part of it across open ground. Two hours of hard toil.

Two hours.

Jaim could feel Lanovar’s lifeblood running over his hands. In that moment Jaim knew they did not have two hours. He sank to his knees and placed his friend on the ground. Tears misted his eyes. His great body began to shake. Jaim fought to control his grief, but it crashed through his defenses. Throughout his twenty years of life there had been one constant: the knowledge of Lanovar’s friendship and, with it, the belief that they would change the world.

“Look after Gian and the babe,” whispered Lanovar.

Jaim took a deep breath and wiped away his tears. “I’ll do my best,” he said, his voice breaking. His mind, reeling from the horror of the present, floated back to the past: days of childhood and adolescence, pranks and adventures. Lanovar had always been reckless and yet canny. He had a nose for trouble and the wit to escape the consequences.

Not this time, thought Grymauch. He felt the tears beginning again, but this time he shed them in silence. Then he saw Gian’s face in his mind. Sweet heaven, how would he tell her?

She was heavily pregnant, the babe due in a few days. It was the thought of the child to be that had led Lanovar to trust the Moidart. He had told Jaim only the night before that he did not want the child growing up in the world of violence he had known. As they sat at supper in Lanovar’s small, sod-roofed hut, the Rigante leader had spoken with passion about the prospect of peace. “I want my son to be able to wear the Rigante colors with pride and not to be hunted down as an outlaw. Not too much to ask, is it?” Gian had said nothing, but Lanovar’s younger sister, the red-haired Maev, had spoken up.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2008

    Absolutely riveting.....

    This is the novel that makes people who didn't like fantasy love it! I am a big Gemmell fan and thought I had read his best, but in Ravenheart, he has outdone himself. I was truly moved by this book and could not put it down. I finished it in less than two days. The Rigante series is very good and this is the best of them...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2004

    BEST OF THE BEST!

    With colorfull and very human characters this novel will make you laugh and cry and swell with pride.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2004

    Excellent

    This Book is by far one of the greatest books i have ever read. Gemmell really draws you in, in this one. With the way he describes every detail while still bordering the lines of a simple story. an EXCELLENT read, for any one. those who enjoy fantasy, adventure, and a little bit of romance this is a must read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2003

    A masterpiece!

    This book is definitely David Gemmel's best, and that is really saying something. His realistic description of oppresion, bigotry, and injustice is truly inspiring.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2002

    Hero's come in all shapes and sizes

    If you like stories with true heros this is for you. It has every emotion packed into it. I have never read a book and laughed or cried as hard as I did with this book. It truly is a masterpeice.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2001

    Impossible!

    I didn't think anyone could write this good. Gemmell never allowed me to do anything else but read. He made me laugh, love, cringe, and cry. What more could I ask for? - Godfrey

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