Shadowsinger: The Final Novel of The Spellsong Cycle

Shadowsinger: The Final Novel of The Spellsong Cycle

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by L. E. Modesitt Jr.

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The Climax of The Spellsong Cycle

Secca, foster daughter of the Soprano Sorceress, and now her successor as Sorceress Protector of Defalk, must deal carefully with her willful master and wield her power to save his kingdom from the armies, fleets and master sorcerers of the Maitre of Sturinn. Faced with seemingly insurmountable odds, she is forced to


The Climax of The Spellsong Cycle

Secca, foster daughter of the Soprano Sorceress, and now her successor as Sorceress Protector of Defalk, must deal carefully with her willful master and wield her power to save his kingdom from the armies, fleets and master sorcerers of the Maitre of Sturinn. Faced with seemingly insurmountable odds, she is forced to test her own powers over and over again, while teaching her new husband and her inexperienced apprentice the skills they will need to aid her in creating spells powerful enough to shake the foundations of the world.

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If L. E. Modesitt Jr.'s Shadowsinger were a fast-food meal, it would be supersized. If it were a T-shirt, it would be size XXL. If it were a box of detergent, it would have "NOW WITH 50% MORE!" splashed across its cover. This novel, which is the fifth and final installment of Modesitt's Spellsong Cycle (The Soprano Sorceress, The Spellsong War, Darksong Rising, and The Shadow Sorceress), is epic in every sense of the word. With 146 chapters, enough pages to cut off circulation to your lower extremities (if you're reading in bed), and more sorcery battles in one novel than I can ever remember, Modesitt has pulled out all the stops for this one.

Secca, the young, red-haired sorceress introduced in The Shadow Sorceress, is doing everything she can to stop the Sturinnese invasion led by The Maitre, a ruthless sorcerer who is master of the powerful Sea-Priests. The Sea-Priests and their dark drum magic are massing forces everywhere, and even after Secca sinks a Sea-Priest invasion fleet with her magic, they keep coming. Soon, entire villages are being destroyed by their terrible drum magic.

The Sturinnese make the perfect enemy for Secca and the female-dominated Matriarch: not only are they deceiving, overconfident and heartless, they're total chauvinists. On the Isles of Sturinn, women are treated like willful animals that must be trained. One of my favorite lines in the book came when a Sturrinese trader takes a sip of wine and says, "This is good, but it might be too delicate to travel far. Like a beautiful woman, it must be restrained and kept close to home."

But even faced with such blatantly vile attackers -- who would undoubtedly change the culture of Defalk into a male-dominated one -- some residents see Secca as the greater of two evils. Her power is just too strong, too untested. One sorceress worries, "Small as she is, well-mannered as she is, that sorceress will destroy all that is Liedwahr before the year is out. The Spell-Fire Wars will seem like nothing compared to what she will unleash in the name of protecting Defalk -- and us -- from the Sea-Priests. The oceans will turn to steam; the land will flow like water; and the handful of folk who survive will die barren."

Just like the music instructor-turned-sorceress Anna Marshal (protagonist in the first three books) before her, Secca must use her song magic to kill. And once the battle between Secca and the Sea-Priests is begun, the carnage escalates quickly. Secca even has to resort to the unthinkably destructive spells that Anna had saved in a special Armageddon envelope. Lots of people die in this book -- a surprising number of major characters -- and the magical battles are spectacular.

But this novel is so much more than epic battles. While a war is going on, Secca becomes a consort of Alcaren in body, spirit, and Harmony. Alcaren is a handsome sorcerer from a land that feared sorcery, and "a strong man in a land ruled by women." As their world is being destroyed around them, Secca and Alcaren draw strength from one another and their small band of friends. Secca's apprentice sorceress Richina saves the day on more than one occasion.

And the ending, of course, is a supersized one with some great surprises leading up to it. But that's all I'm going to say…. (Paul Goat Allen)

Publishers Weekly
In this fifth and final novel in the author's popular Spellsong Cycle, an immediate sequel to The Shadow Sorceress (2001), Modesitt has penned a competent but pedestrian political-military fantasy thriller. There are few surprises in a world with wonders and limitations so well defined in previous volumes, but new readers may become confused unless they pay careful attention. Occasional hints suggest that the magic inherent in such artifacts as the scrying glass may have a basis in ancient technology, though it's doubtful that after the collapse of a technological civilization people would forget so basic an invention as the stirrup. Newlywed Secca and her sorcerer husband, Alcaren, in an attempt to end the military threat to DeFalk of the Sturinnese, carry war to their opponents' own island turf. As much as anything the book describes a war of the sexes, with the female spellsongs vs. the male sorcerers' magical drumming. Secca seemingly learns the true extent of her powers when she manages to vanquish the Sturinnese. Doubts about her stamina and abilities continue to plague her, however, when she next finds herself pitted against the world's most powerful wizard, who commands both conventional and magical armies. Secca faces her greatest challenge yet in a hard-hitting climax sure to delight established fans of the series. (Feb. 28) FYI: Modesitt's most recent novel is the alternative history Ghost of the White Nights (Forecasts, Sept. 17). Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Newly married to Alcaren, a political ally and fellow sorcerer, Secca, Sorceress Protector of the East, faces her greatest challenge as she attempts to thwart the invasion of the Sturrinese fleet under the command of the Sea Priests. The fifth and final novel in Modesitt's popular "Spellsong Cycle" features a resilient and courageous heroine whose songs contain powerful magic and whose heart refuses to flinch from difficult decisions. The author once again demonstrates a unique ability to blend large-scale storytelling with the intimate minutiae of everyday life. Recommended, along with other series titles, for most fantasy collections. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Fifth and final volume of the Spellsong Cycle (The Shadow Sorceress, 2001, etc.)-a series based on wizardry emerging from music, with the Continent of Leidwahr being ruled, first by top singing-sorceress Anna, Protector of Defalk, then by her protegee Secca. Previously, Earth-born Anna died and was replaced by Secca, who now must face the ruler, the none-too-bright Robero. Robero sends her forth to test her youthful mastery of Clearsong and Darksong against rebel powers, and in doing so face insurrectionist Lord Mynntar, whose Sea-Priests use strange drumming music to whip up a murderous tidal wave that wipes out coastal areas. Secca falls for former enemy sorcerer, the handsome Alcaren, and together they sing/whip a spell that brings volcanic lava and flames to bear on the islands of the evil Sturrinese. The present volume's 75 characters are listed, since few readers will remember their often undramatized ties, not to mention those departed but referred to from earlier installments. Although Secca successfully defends Defalk, Lord Robero arises as her signal antagonist and must be dispatched if Secca is to be Lady of Defalk, marry Alcaren, bear his child, and ensure the longevity of the state. Fans will praise Modesitt for ringing down the curtain on Leidwahr.
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"Fans will praise Modesitt for ringing down the curtain on Leidwahr." —Kirkus Starred Review

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A Spellsong Cycle Novel

By L. E. Modesitt Jr., David G. Hartwell

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Copyright © 2002 L. E. Modesitt, Jr.
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Mansuus, Mansuur

Heavy wet flakes drift past the windows of the Liedfuhr's study, each window hung with maroon velvet drawn back to reveal an early-spring snow that has already dropped more than half a yard of whiteness on the city, and on the ice that still covers the River Toksul.

The man who stands before the windows, looking out, wears a sky-blue tunic with a silver chain bearing the amulet-seal of the Liedfuhr of Mansuur around his neck and a mourning band of black and maroon upon his left arm. For a moment, his hard green eyes flick to the ice-and-snow-covered river that cuts through the city, if well below and beyond the hill on which the palace rests. Then, he turns, standing beside the polished wooden desk that has graced the study for three generations, and asks, "You think Neserea will fall before harvest?"

"As matters now proceed, it is most likely," replies the trim overcaptain in the maroon uniform of the Mansuuran Lancers. There are but a few streaks of raven black amid the silver-gray of the lancer's short hair. His thin eyebrows are silvered as well, but the dark eyes are deep and intent. "Despite the efforts of the Sorceress of Defalk, Aerlya and Annayal hold but an area little more than a hundred deks around Esaria."

"If we dispatch the fifty companies of lancers from Unduval? Then what, Bassil?" Kestrin runs his right hand through short-cropped brown hair that is already half-gray, although he will not reach his full second score of years until the turn of the following spring.

"Are you willing to risk all fifty companies? And to slaughter all those who do not support your sister and her daughter?"

Kestrin tilts his head slightly as he studies Bassil. "If I must."

"You must. You must also avoid facing the sorcerer Lord Belmar. He is strong enough to dispatch all your lancers with his spells."

"Unless we can catch him in a snowstorm or the rain." Kestrin laughs.

"You risk much if you send your lancers into Neserea," cautions the older man.

"I risk more if I do not."

"Your seers report that the Sea-Priests are readying a fleet to sail from the Ostisles," reports Bassil.

"They are doubtless sailing eastward, but not to Mansuur."

Bassil raises his eyebrows, but does not speak.

Outside the private study of the Liedfuhr, the wind moans. The snowflakes are smaller, and falling faster, and the light dims as the clouds overhead darken, as if winter is returning to Mansuus.

"This Secca — Lord Robero's new Sorceress Protector of the East — she has destroyed all the Sturinnese vessels that had threatened Liedwahr. Do you think that the Maitre of Sturinn will decide to invade us while he has forces in Dumar that are threatened by the sorceress?"

"She remains in Encora for the moment." Bassil pauses. "Yet it is most likely that she will travel to Dumar and use her sorcery against the Sea-Priests there before the Maitre can reinforce them. That will not be easy for her. The Maitre can use the sea to land more sorcerers and lancers, but it will be weeks, if not longer, before the snows melt enough for Lord Robero to send reinforcements to Lady Secca."

"He will not send them even then," predicts Kestrin. "He fears Belmar as much as the Sturinnese. Lady Secca has been successful without further aid. Lady Clayre is slowly losing in Neserea, as you have pointed out, and Aerlya and Annayal may have to flee before long."


Kestrin sighs. "Perhaps to Nordwei."

"It is yet winter there."

"And you question that I should send lancers into Neserea?"

"I cannot see how you could do otherwise — when you can. They cannot cross the snows of the Mittpass yet." Bassil shakes his head. "If you do not dispatch them, once the snows melt, Belmar will take all of Neserea by midsummer. But ... if he is as bright as he seems, he will turn to face your lancers, in order to destroy them."

"They must not face him. Their task is to destroy those who rebelled against Aerlya." Kestrin's voice is hard. "If he turns, then the Sorceress of Defalk may be able to strengthen Aerlya's hold on the north and east."

"That is possible," Bassil concedes, his voice neutral.

"Not likely, but possible," Kestrin replies with a grim laugh. "Better that than we do nothing. The lady Secca may yet retake Dumar from the Sturinnese, but this Belmar is their tool, and even she will be hard-pressed if Neserea falls and the Sturinnese reinforcements land in Narial."

"Because she will be caught between him and the Sturinnese?"

The Liedfuhr nods slowly. "Because we will then face the Sea-Priests alone."

Outside the study, in the growing darkness, the moaning of the returning winter wind rises with the night.


The late-morning sunlight poured over the two-story structure that held the Matriarch's guest quarters, but the wide second-story windows that faced west were still in shadow. The air in the main chamber was hot and still, foreshadowing summer in Encora, although by the turn of the seasons, spring had even yet to arrive.

Rather than using the small working desk that faced away from the leftmost of the three windows, Secca had seated herself at the circular golden oak conference table, her back to the windows. Alcaren sat on the opposite side of the table, leaving four chairs vacant. The tiled hearth on the south wall held several logs set on a pair of heavy iron andirons, but it had been weeks since Secca had needed a fire.

The petite and redheaded sorceress looked at the rose that lay on top of the papers before her on the conference table — a perfect white rose, appearing so delicate that the slightest breeze would rip off the petals. But like so much in Liedwahr, the rose was not what it seemed, for the petals were of white bronze and the stem of a greenish iron — and it had been Alcaren's love gift to her, one she had never expected.

Her amber eyes went from the rose to Alcaren — narrow-waisted and broad-shouldered, almost too short for his breadth to be handsome, yet not stocky, with short-cut brown hair and gray-blue eyes. He wore the pale blue Ranuan uniform and the collar insignia of an overcaptain. As he felt Secca's eyes upon him, he looked up from the map he had been studying and smiled warmly.

In spite of herself, Secca flushed.

"I do the same thing," he said with a slight laugh, adding, "when you look at me."

She shook her head. "It is hard to get used to."

"I know. No one ever looked at me that way."

Secca wondered about that, and yet, she didn't. Alcaren was barely a head taller than she was, and he was striking, but not necessarily handsome. He was a largely untrained sorcerer in a land that feared sorcery, and a strong man in a land ruled by women. "We still need a consorting ceremony," she said slowly.

"You sound dubious, my lady. Am I that much of a burden to bear?"

At the mock-woeful tone of his voice and the twinkle in his eyes, Secca laughed. "You are no burden. Far from that! Still, it is strange."

Alcaren waited, his smile encouraging her to speak.

"It is strange, and it is not. After these years, I had not thought to find love."

"Though I have not traveled as you have, my lady," he replied gently, "neither had I."

"I had thought, were I ever to be consorted, it would be in Falcor, or Flossbend, or even Loiseau ... not in a strange land."

"We could wait," he suggested. "I would not wish to rush you into such."

Secca shook her head. "Lady Anna waited even to acknowledge her love for Lord Jecks, and I fear she lost years of happiness because she delayed." A sad smile crossed Secca's lips as she thought of the woman who had been more than a mentor, more than a teacher — a mother as well, in fact, if not in name. Secca doubted that she would ever recall Anna without love, emptiness, and a sense of regret that she had not told Anna how much the older woman had meant to her.

After a silence, Secca added, "I need you, both for myself and for what we do. I would not have it said that our alliance was disharmonious or merely of bodily needs."

Alcaren raised his eyebrows.

Secca found herself flushing again, wondering how she had been able to ignore the sheer magnetism of her consort-to-be for as long as she had. "I did not say ..." She laughed once more, shaking her head as she did.

Alcaren laughed as well.

As the moment of shared joy passed, Secca cleared her throat gently, repeating, "We must have a consorting ceremony before we leave Encora."

"Because you're a Lady of Defalk."

"And so that the Ladies of the Shadows know that I'm going to carry you off away from Ranuak."

Secca smiled mischievously for a moment. "Does the Matriarch perform such ceremonies?"

"Seldom ... but she can."

"Surely, she would do that for a beloved cousin."

"She would more likely do so to make sure her beloved cousin was leaving Encora forever," replied Alcaren dryly as he rose from the chair and stepped back, stretching, before looking past Secca toward the windows and the harbor beyond.

"I think she would like to see you happy," Secca said.

"Oh ... that she would. Happy with a lovely woman and a beautiful sorceress ... and happily gone from Encora and on our way to save Liedwahr from the scourge of the Sea-Priests. With song-sorceries used to great effect elsewhere."

Secca nodded agreement, even as she sensed the underlying bitterness. "But she would perform the consorting ceremony."

"I am most certain she would."

"I will send her a request by messenger," replied the petite redhead, "after we meet with the others."

"Will you also send a message to Lord Robero?"

"Yes, but not by sorcery, and not soon. Perhaps I will wait to tell him personally." Secca grinned. "He did say that I needed to consider the matter of heirs."

Alcaren's mouth opened.

Secca laughed once more. "Not now, but with you able to do sorcery, I could have children without fearing all would be after me while I was weakened."

"I am not ..." he replied slowly.

"You can certainly sing a scrying spell already," Secca pointed out. "That is not forbidden, even by the Ladies of the Shadows."

"The idea of greater sorcery — it feels strange," Alcaren replied.

"Best you get used to it if we are to contend with the Sea-Priests." Secca eased to the working desk, bent over, and lifted the lutar from the case beside the left end of the desk. She began to check the tuning.

"You want me to try a scrying spell now?" he asked.

"Why not? We need to check on the Sturinnese ships before we meet with the others. I'll do the first one, and then I'll write the words for the second."

"You have high visions of my ability."

Secca shook her head. "I know what you can do." She pulled on the copper-tipped leather gloves, then stepped to the conference table and looked down at the scrying glass in the middle before clearing her throat. She'd already run through a series of vocalises before Alcaren had arrived, and they should have been enough for scrying spells.

Chording the lutar, she sang.

"Mirror, mirror, show me clear and as before, any ships of Sturinn near Liedwahr's shore ..."

Even after Secca had finished the spell and lowered the lutar, the mirror remained blank silver, showing only the white plaster of the ceiling.

Secca frowned, then handed the lutar to Alcaren. As he strummed it and hummed the spell-melody, Secca dipped the quill in the inkwell and then jotted down the words she held in her mind. Careful not to tilt the paper or brush the wet ink, she set the sheet on the table between Alcaren and the scrying glass.

He studied the words and ran his own chords, not quite like hers, mouthing the words silently. Finally, he sang the spell in his true and light baritone voice.

"Show me now, most clear and as must be, ships of Sturinn near our southern sea ..."

The glass remained blank.

Secca jotted a third spell — one asking to see Sturinnese ships in the Western Sea near Mansuur. Even after Alcaren sang it in his true baritone, the glass came up equally blank.

"My singing?" he asked.

"I think not. Try this one." She slipped a fourth spell before him.

"If this doesn't work, you get to try it again," he said.

"It will work."

He raised his eyebrows for a moment, then concentrated on the spell.

"Show us clear and show us bright ships of Sturinn that share Ostisles' light ..."

The glass displayed a bird's eye view of a wide harbor filled with vessels.

Secca swallowed. Never had she seen so many ships in one place — even through a scrying glass. "You see. You can do it as well as I."

"I can do it, but not so well," he countered.

After trying to count the vessels in the glass, she lifted her eyes. "Can you do a release spell?"

"It will fade without it," he pointed out.

"But it takes energy from you. The release spell ends the drain immediately."

He frowned, then sang, chording the lutar.

"Release this vision of what we see, and let the glass a plain mirror be."

Secca laughed. "I haven't heard that one."

"I couldn't remember yours," Alcaren confessed. "So I made that one up."

"That just shows you are a sorcerer, no matter what you say."

"Don't tell the Ladies of the Shadows, thank you."

"I won't." Secca frowned. "I lost count at threescore ships."

"The spells showed that all those ships are still being readied in the Ostisles," Alcaren pointed out.

"Right now."

A solid thrap on the door interrupted their conversation.

"The lady Richina is here, Lady Secca," called Easlon, the lancer stationed outside her door.

"Have her enter."

The tall blonde sorceress — the youngest of all of the full sorceresses of Defalk and not even a year beyond being more than an apprentice — stepped into the main room of the guest chamber, inclining her head to Secca, and then to Alcaren. Her green eyes smiled with her mouth. "Wilten and the chief players will be here shortly."

"Has your glass ...?" Secca shook her head. "You can tell us all at once when they arrive."

Richina, more than fifteen years younger than Secca and nearly a head taller, moved toward the conference table with the kind of tall grace that the all-too-petite Secca had often envied in others. "It's most pleasant outside, if with a chill breeze."

"It looks to be," Secca admitted.

"You should get out more often, lady," suggested the younger sorceress.

"The chief players," announced Easlon.

Spared the need for a response, Secca replied, "Have them enter."

The gray-haired Palian stepped through the door, her light gray eyes offering a smile as they passed over Secca and Alcaren. Delvor followed, his lank brown hair flopping over his forehead. Both inclined their heads to Secca, and to Alcaren and Richina, if slightly less deferentially. Two steps behind came Wilten, the overcaptain of Secca's undermanned four companies of lancers. The overcaptain nodded reverently, if stiffly, to Secca.

Secca waited for Richina and the other three to seat themselves before she began, slowly. "The Matriarch has gathered crews for some of the Sturinnese ships." As she spoke, she found herself thinking again how dearly the spell that had destroyed the Sturinnese sailors and armsmen had cost her. Yet, had Alcaren not offered his own life with Darksong to save hers, she never would have known the depth of his love. Still ... remembering how she had felt sprawled on the ship's deck dying, she almost shivered, and she had to swallow before continuing. "And there are also another half-score of Ranuan ships that will accompany us when we leave for Dumar."

"Are there other Sturinnese warships near?" asked Wilten.

Secca nodded to Alcaren.

"There are none near Liedwahr," explained the Ranuan overcaptain. "The glass shows that the Maitre gathers ships in the main harbor of the Ostisles. That is a voyage of two weeks with the most favorable of winds."

"The seas are clear," pointed out Wilten, "but the Sea-Priests hold Narial and the coast all the way east to the Ancient Cliffs, do they not?"

Secca nodded. "We will have to use the glass to find a landing where we will not have to fight our way ashore. There are few Sturinnese lancers on the lowland coasts west of Narial. It's a longer voyage, but there are roads north to Envaryl."

"They could take Envaryl any day, could they not?" pressed the overcaptain.


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Meet the Author

L. E. Modesitt, Jr. lives in Cedar City, Utah.

L. E. Modesitt, Jr., is the bestselling author of the fantasy series The Saga of Recluce, Corean Chronicles, and the Imager Portfolio. His science fiction includes Adiamante, the Ecolitan novels, the Forever Hero Trilogy, and Archform: Beauty. Besides a writer, Modesitt has been a U.S. Navy pilot, a director of research for a political campaign, legislative assistant and staff director for a U.S. Congressman, Director of Legislation and Congressional Relations for the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency, a consultant on environmental, regulatory, and communications issues, and a college lecturer. He lives in Cedar City, Utah.

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Shadowsinger (Spellsong Cycle Series #5) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
ToniTX More than 1 year ago
Liked the series as it developed. Less sniffing and scratching of noses and more insight of what the characters are thinking. Will check out other books from Modesitt Jr.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read the series a long time ago. Still a good read the second time around.
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harstan More than 1 year ago
The people who rule the Sturrinese Islands are a despotic lot, who shackle their women in chains and rip out the tongues of female sorceresses. They always seek to expand their empire and their present target is the land of Liedfuhr where Anna, the Soprano Sorceress brought peace to her corner of the land. Now that she is gone, her foster daughter Secca, also a powerful sorceress, is trying to keep the sea-priests from ruling her land.

Although she is not convinced that her powers are as strong as her adopted mother, she has, through magic, sunk an invasion fleet. Prior to that, she met and fell in love with Alcaren and he with her. He uses his magical powers to augment hers and to defeat their common enemy. Tired of the never ending battles, Secca decides to bring the war to the Sea pirates own lands but even if she is successful in that endeavor she still must rid her land of the ruler Sturrin and his many followers if peace is to return.

This fifth and last novel in the Spellsong Cycle is by far one of the best sword and sorcery novels of the new millennium. L.E. Modesitt, Jr. is a visionary who has created a brand new world that seems so real and lifelike readers will believe it actually exists. Although this is a stand-alone work, lovers of fantasy will want to read the previous four books in this fantastic series.

Harriet Klausner