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Savage Messiah

Savage Messiah

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Robert Newcomb’s dazzling debut trilogy, The Chronicles of Blood and Stone, introduced readers to the strange and wondrous land of Eutracia, and to the unforgettable characters of Prince Tristan and his sister, Shailiha, the Chosen Ones whose magically endowed blood gives them alone the power to unite the opposing forces of the beneficent Vigors and the evil


Robert Newcomb’s dazzling debut trilogy, The Chronicles of Blood and Stone, introduced readers to the strange and wondrous land of Eutracia, and to the unforgettable characters of Prince Tristan and his sister, Shailiha, the Chosen Ones whose magically endowed blood gives them alone the power to unite the opposing forces of the beneficent Vigors and the evil Vagaries. Now, in Savage Messiah, the first volume in a sweeping new trilogy of magic, romance, and adventure, Newcomb returns to the world of his epic saga, unlocking fresh secrets and startling surprises.

With the demise of his evil half brother, Wulfgar, Prince Tristan restored peace to Eutracia . . . or so he thought. But the Orb of the Vigors was damaged in the climactic battle, and now the powerful artifact is bleeding magical energy and cutting a swath of death and destruction across the kingdom. Tristan can heal the wounded Orb, but not until his enchanted blood is returned to normal. Only then will the powers of the Vigors be his to command. Unfortunately, the secret of reversing the enchantment is lost.

Even worse, Wulfgar is neither dead nor defeated. Ensconced in his fortress across the Sea of Whispers, Tristan’s hideously scarred half brother plots with the Heretics, the otherworldly masters of the Vagaries. With their aid, Wulfgar has grown even stronger in the dark arts. Now, with powerful demonic servants and weapons of dire potency, Wulfgar sets forth to complete the destruction of the Orb . . . and to avenge himself on the Chosen Ones. Preceding him, he sends a brotherly greeting: a cunning assassin with orders to dispatch Eutracia’s ruling council.

Tristan and his trusted allies–the wise wizards Wigg and Faegan, the beautiful pirate Tyranny, and, dearest of all, his beloved Celeste–embark on a desperate quest to cleanse his blood. It is a journey that will lead from the Sea of Whispers to distant Parthalon to the mysterious Well of Forestallments, and it will change everything the Chosen Ones think they know about themselves and their destiny. If they should fail, the Orb will perish, and with it, the Vigors.

As for success, it may prove more costly still. . . .

From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Set in the world of Eutracia, Newcomb's repetitive first volume in a new fantasy trilogy relies on the same gimmick as The Scrolls of the Ancients (2004), the final book in his Chronicles of Blood and Stone series. Once again a villain returns from the dead; Wulfgar, whom the heroic Tristan "killed" in The Scrolls of the Ancients, is now the all-powerful Enseterat, whose mastery of the dark magic of the Vagaries is enhanced by his direct contact with the ancient Heretics of the Guild. A more serious flaw is the book's system of magic. People are drawn toward the evil Vagaries or the good Vigors by the "lean" of their blood signatures. Magic can change this natural lean, but since characters gain their magical abilities not by study or practice or experimentation but by "forestallments" imbued into their blood, they lack free will. Newcomb's prose isn't strong enough to compensate for an uninspired adventure whose protagonists amount to mere automatons. (Dec.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Only Tristan can heal the Orb of the Vigors, from which comes all good magic in the land. Until then, death and chaos rule the kingdom. As he journeys first to find a way to restore his enchanted blood to its original state, Tristan--along with his companions--visits the Sea of Whispers, the Parthalon, the Well of Forgiveness, and other mysterious and deadly places. The first volume of a new trilogy set in the same universe as his "Chronicles of Blood and Stone," Newcomb's latest fantasy saga features some familiar characters as well as new friends and enemies. Magic, intrigue, and plenty of action make this a good choice for most libraries, particularly where the author's previous series was popular. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Mediocre first entry in a swords-and-sorcery trilogy, set in the same world as The Chronicles of Blood and Stone (The Scrolls of the Ancients, 2004, etc.). The battle at the end of The Scrolls of the Ancients has left The Orb of Vigors-the source of all beneficent magic-"rent asunder," causing it to leak destructive magical energy. It plummets from the sky like a meteor, screaming and bleeding as it tears through the countryside, burning and destroying everything in its path. Prophecy indicates that Prince Tristan is the only one who can repair the damage, but first, First Wizard Wigg must find the right "forestallment" to alter Tristan's endowed blood. To do this, the two must seek out The Scroll Master to help them decipher The Scroll of Vigors. Meanwhile, Wulfgar-Tristan's evil half-brother, thought dead-plots his revenge by hiring an assassin to eliminate certain targets even as the new powers he's gained from The Scroll of Vagaries allow him to create a powerful army. The heroes here are simple but likable; the antagonists one-dimensional and unoriginal. Clean prose and breakneck pacing-with liberal doses of action-propel the narrative forward, giving the novel a rather breathless quality that makes for a fast and entertaining read. However, there is nothing new here; it is merely a rehash of what Newcomb and many others have done before. Yet another Goodkind/Jordan clone that aspires to the heights of George R.R. Martin or Tolkien, but falls far short of the mark.
From the Publisher
Praise for Robert Newcomb’s The Chronicles of Blood and Stone

The Fifth Sorceress

“[Robert Newcomb] springs into fame and literary maturity in a single bound. . . . Tristan is the novel’s main strength, an intriguing and all-too-human hero who becomes a dashing warrior challenging an empire.”
–Orlando Sentinel

The Gates of Dawn

“Impressive . . . These personifications of light and dark are beautifully and vividly drawn. The intense emotions on both sides are expressed with astuteness and feeling.”
–SFX magazine

The Scrolls of the Ancients

“Plenty of adventure and magic . . . continues Robert Newcomb’s tradition of mixing adventure with an interesting and well-realized magical world.”
–SF Site

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Chapter I

“. . . and as each of you is aware, the stone we call the Paragon ‘conducts’ its gifts to those of endowed blood by way of its twenty-five facets,” Wigg told the group of keenly interested women. Out of habit, he placed his gnarled hands into the opposite sleeves of his gray robe.

“These facets allow us control of such arts of the craft as the Kinetic, the Sympathetic, the Formative, and the Causal, to name but a few,” the First Wizard went on. “However, it is the Organic facet of the stone that I wish to discuss today.” He withdrew his right hand and held up a long bony forefinger.

“It is this facet with which you are the least familiar,” he added, “for unlike all the others, it is available only to those persons of partial blood signatures. As you look to the diagram I am about to conjure, you will notice that . . .”

While Wigg droned on, Prince Tristan of the House of Galland sighed deeply. Leaning back, he raised the two front legs of his chair from the floor, ran a hand through his long, dark hair, then crossed his arms over the laces of his black leather vest. His dreggan, the curved sword of the flying warriors known as the Minions of Day and Night, rested on the marble floor beside his chair. The black quiver that held his throwing knives lay alongside it.

On an impulse, he had decided to attend one of Wigg’s lectures to the Acolytes of the Redoubt. They were the secret sisterhood of the craft, recently called to Tammerland from their various locations about the countryside. Now the red-robed women sat with rapt attention, many of them zealously taking notes in large leather-bound journals.

A short time into the lecture, the prince realized that he was already familiar with much of the subject matter, due to his recent experiences with the partial adept Abbey. He sighed again. Of all the days to come here, he thought. Unfortunately, walking out on one of Wigg’s lectures was not an option. It would send the wrong message to the acolytes, and besides, Wigg would never let him hear the end of it.

Taking another deep breath, he looked around the room.

The Redoubt, the secret underground fortress that lay directly beneath the royal palace in the capital city of Tammerland, housed many such rooms that had once been filled with eager students of the craft—before most of the wizards had been murdered and the consuls, the male counterparts to the acolytes, turned to evil. Now the Acolytes of the Redoubt sat in row after row at long mahogany tables. Before them the First Wizard lectured from a dais. A solid black panel covered the entire wall behind him. When he spoke, his words appeared in glowing azure on its surface, making it easier for the students to keep up as they took their notes. When the panel became full of Wigg’s mental scribbles, he erased them with a wave of one hand, and then new words would appear.

The rest of the huge classroom was filled with more tables, bookcases, and desks. Beakers burbled and steamed, glass tubing carried colorful liquids of who knew what to who knew where, and scrolls and texts of the craft lay all about. A chart of arcane symbols took up nearly the entire wall to Tristan’s right, their meanings lost upon him. Taken as a whole, Tristan thought, the place looked more like an antiques warehouse than a serious classroom of the craft.

Glancing back up at Wigg, Tristan realized that the wizard had stopped talking and was staring directly at him. Then Wigg raised his infamous, condescending right eyebrow.

With another sigh, the prince pushed his tongue against the inside of one cheek, gently lowered the two legs of his chair back down to the floor, and sat upright again. Apparently satisfied, Wigg continued with his lecture, leaving Tristan to reflect on the wizard’s remarkable ability to make him feel like a callow youth rather than an adult and a prince experienced in war and the horrors of incredible evil.

Scarcely a month had passed since Wulfgar—Tristan and Shailiha’s half brother—had been killed and his plan to destroy the Orb of the Vigors defeated. The Acolytes of the Redoubt had been called home to Tammerland to receive further training in the craft so that they might once more be sent forth into the countryside to perform the anonymous, charitable deeds for the citizenry that had previously been the sole purview of the consuls of the Redoubt. Many of the consuls had perished in the war against Wulfgar, their new master. Any survivors, Tristan presumed, no doubt remained at the Citadel, the island fortress in the Sea of Whispers that Wulfgar had called home.

Tristan’s expression hardened. He and his friends had been successful in defeating Wulfgar and the demonslavers, but the fates of the two Scrolls of the Ancients were still in limbo. The Scrolls held the formulas for the Forestallments—the spells that could be laid into the blood signature of an endowed person, giving him or her power in the craft of magic without years of training. The Scrolls’ importance was immeasurable.

The Scroll of the Vigors was now safely ensconced in the Redoubt, but in the final battle with Wulfgar it had been damaged, many of its secrets lost to the world forever. Wigg, Faegan, and Abbey continued to attempt to unravel its secrets, but the work went slowly and with frustratingly little success.

The Scroll of the Vagaries was still missing, presumably hidden somewhere at the Citadel. It had no doubt provided the formulas with which Wulfgar had attempted to destroy the Orb of the Vigors. He had very nearly succeeded. Until the Scroll of the Vagaries came into Faegan and Wigg’s possession, it remained a great danger.

Tristan’s mood lightened as his thoughts turned to the Conclave of the Vigors. He had ordered the formation of the Conclave just after Wulfgar’s death as a replacement for the Directorate of Wizards, the previous governing body of Eutracia. Nine of his closest friends and allies now served on the Conclave with him. Wigg and Faegan, of course, as well as Tristan’s twin sister, the Princess Shailiha, and his beloved Celeste. They were joined by the partial adept Abbey—Wigg’s longtime love; Tyranny, the female privateer who now patrolled Eutracia’s oceans with her fleet; and Adrian, the young acolyte whom the wizards had selected to represent the women of her fledgling sisterhood. The warrior Traax, commander of the Minions of Day and Night, and the hunchbacked dwarf Geldon, both of unendowed blood but great loyalty, completed the nine.

But though the Conclave was in place, and the task of rebuilding the war-torn lands of Eutracia and Parthalon had begun, Tristan had other concerns, ones that lay much closer to his heart.

His azure blood, for one. Due to the supreme quality of his endowed blood, Tristan was the only person in the world ever to employ the craft without having first been trained, or having one of his many Forestallments activated. But when he had performed that unparalleled feat—when he had employed the craft to destroy the Sorceresses of the Coven—his blood had turned a bright, glowing azure—the color always associated with any significant use of the craft. This transformation had created a host of new problems, all of which now seemed too vast and complex to overcome.

First of all, the wizards refused to train him in the arts of magic as long as his blood was blue. They also prohibited him from wearing the Paragon. Only the wearing of the Paragon would enable him to read the Tome, the great treatise of the craft. The prophecies written in the Tome stated that he must decipher the entire treatise in order to fulfill his destiny. Then, as the proclaimed Jin’Sai, or “Combiner of the Arts,” he was to join the two sides of the craft for the good of the world. Should he fail or die in his attempt, it was written that his twin sister Shailiha, otherwise known as the Jin’Saiou, would take up the task. If he could, he would spare her that burden.

But the concern that bothered him most—the one that was never far from his heart and mind—was his love for Celeste.

She was the love of his life—a sentiment she returned with an equal if not greater ardor. They had been overjoyed when her father, Wigg, had given the prince his blessing to pursue his daughter’s heart.

But soon after the physical consummation of their love, the wizards had come to them bearing devastating news. Information only then gleaned from the newly acquired Scroll of the Vigors dictated that the two of them must never be intimate again—at least until the riddle of Tristan’s azure blood could be unraveled and his blood returned to red. If Celeste—or any other woman, for that matter—were to become pregnant with Tristan’s seed, the resulting child would be deformed beyond description, and would also constitute a grave threat to the well-being of the craft of magic.

They had only been together once, but Tristan feared that Celeste might already be pregnant with his child. He had seen the familiar glow of the craft build around her and then vanish just after their wondrous interlude that morning beneath the great oak tree.

Since that fateful day, Tristan and Celeste’s love had grown, but now they courted each other chastely, much the same way the Orb of the Vigors and the Orb of the Vagaries constantly whirled about each other but could never touch. As it was with Tristan and Celeste, so it was with the Orbs: union would be devastating. While he considered the painful irony, Tristan looked sadly down at his hands.

“And because of these facets of the craft, partial adepts can also sometimes be herbmistresses or herbmasters.” Wigg’s voice broke in upon Tristan’s thoughts. The prince looked back up at the First Wizard of the Conclave.

“Among their other varied skills, partial adepts may also practice the fine art of blaze-gazing, but this expertise is rare,” Wigg went on, his words continuing to materialize on the black panel behind him. Soon he would wave his hand once more, and the writing would disappear. “Given these proclivities for such talents,” he continued, “it should also become abundantly clear that—”

The classroom’s double doors blew open with a deafening crash, and Faegan soared through as though his life depended on it.

It was rare to see the ancient levitate his wheeled chair, much less use it to go flying about. Something lay across his lap—something dark and charred-looking. As Faegan lowered his chair to the ground, the prince felt his stomach turn over. Lying across the old man’s useless legs was the horribly burned body of a child.

“Wigg!” Faegan shouted, as he levitated the badly injured child onto a clear section of tabletop. “Come here! I need you!”

Wigg dashed from the dais. In a flash Tristan was by their sides as the two wizards called on the craft in a desperate attempt to heal upon the child.

The young boy looked dead, yet his chest stubbornly rose and fell in staggered, wheezing lurches. The entire top half of his torso was charred; most of his hair had been burned away. Much of his face was unrecognizable. The sickening stench of burnt flesh began to fill the room.

Sobbing openly, Faegan looked up at the prince and struggled to get the words out.

“So many . . .” he said, his body shaking. “There are so many more . . .”

Reaching up, the old wizard took hold of Tristan’s hand. His grip was cold and clammy, as if some of the life had gone out of him.

“The courtyard . . .” he whispered. His hand tightened urgently around Tristan’s. “You must get to the palace courtyard . . .”

His mind awash with worry for Shailiha and Celeste, Tristan ran to gather up his weapons and tore from the room.

From the Hardcover edition.

Meet the Author

Robert Newcomb is the author of The Chronicles of Blood and Stone: The Fifth Sorceress, The Gates of Dawn, and The Scrolls of the Ancients. He traveled widely in his youth as a member of the American Institute for Foreign Study, studying at the University of Southampton, England, and aboard a university-sponsored ship in the Mediterranean Sea. After graduating from Colgate University with a B.A. in economics and a minor in art history, he enjoyed a successful career in business. He lives in Florida with his wife, a neuropsychologist and novelist. Visit the author’s website at

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thegash More than 1 year ago
This series is very well written. I enjoyed it very much. The series hasn't been finished yet and it has been 3 years since the last book has been published don't know if it will be completed. I am looking forward to the ending regardless of how long it takes.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
Having just finished this, the fourth book in the series, I am again impressed with how much a good editor could have improved--and shortened--Newcomb's work. How many times does the reader need to be told Tristan has the most endowed blood or Faegan has total recall, etc. Again and again, the same sentences are used to describe/explain something. I kept wanting to say, 'Just get on with it!' In conclusion, I'd just say the series has reached the point where 1) I no longer care about characters, 2) the repetitive events/descriptions are tiring and 3) I will not bother with the next book, fantasy nut that I am.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This volume once again shows why Robert Newcombe is one of the best. As a solid Wheel of Time fan, I am constantly searching for that next new thing that will equal it. Robert Newcombe, while not surpassing that epic series,certainly makes a admirable attempt to do so!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Robert Newcomb has once again thrown his characters into another action packed journey from the first pages of his book. The next installment of his books about Tristan, Shailiha, and the rest of the gang not only has the return of some previous enemies, but also throws some new threats into the story- not the least of which being that the Orb of the Vigors was injured in Tristan's fight with Wulfgar and is destroying parts of the countryside. New allies are also introduced as Tristan, Wigg, and Celeste start searching for the way to change Tristan's azure blood back to red, for until his blood reverts to its original form Tristan cannot be trained in the craft and cannot fix the Orb of the Vigors. It soon becomes a life and death situation, and before the end of the book some of the characters will have gone down the path to the Afterlife. If you enjoyed reading the Chronicles of Blood and Stone, this next installment in Tristan and Shailiha's story is something you won't want to miss!
harstan More than 1 year ago
In Eutracia, the final skirmish OF THE SCROLLS OF THE ANCIENTS ended with the good Tristan defeating his evil half-brother Wulfgar at least everyone (including readers) thought that was the war to end all wars. However, instead as a bi-product of the heroic battle, the spring of good magic, the Orb of Vigors, was ripped open. Now unchecked magical energy is dripping everywhere, as the orb falls from the sky ravaging anything that crosses its path. --- Only Prince Tristan can mend the Orb and stop pandemic destruction from occurring. However, for Tristan to fulfill the quest, his blood tendencies must be altered by the First Wizard Wigg. A mistake would kill Tristan and subsequently all of Eutracia. However, Wulfgar thought dead (once again by all) returns as Enseterat who is abetted by the Heretics of the Guild applies the Scroll of Vagaries to cause havoc in his effort to enact revenge on those who defeated him while he attempts to conquerg the world. --- Most fans of the first trilogy (see Chronicles of Blood and Stone) will enjoy the return to the realm with the initial tale in the Destinies of Moon and Stone three-peat. The story line is action-packed moving forward at a fast pace as is usual in a Robert Newcomb fantasy. Tristan continues to be a great likable champion and his allies are strong amiable supporters of him. On the other hand the return of Wulfgar seems wrong, magical blood aside, and he feels less dimensional than in his previous escapades. Though somewhat a rehash, the Blood and Stone crowd will find this opening gamut quite appealing. --- Harriet Klausner