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Fierce and proud, the Rigante dwell deep in the green mountain lands, worshiping the gods of air and water, and the spirits of the earth. Among them lives a warrior who bears the mark of fate. Born of the storm that slew his father, he is Connavar, and tales of his courage spread like wildfire.

The Seidh—a magical race as old as time—take note of the young warrior and cast a malignant shadow across his life. For soon a merciless army will cross the water, destroying forever the timeless rhythms of life among the Rigante.

Swearing to protect his people, Connavar embarks on a quest that will take him into the heart of the enemy. Along the way, he receives a gift: a sword as powerful and deadly as the Seidh who forged it. Thus he receives a name that will strike fear into the hearts of friend and foe alike—a name proclaiming a glorious and bitter destiny . . .

Demonblade.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780593037188
  • Publisher: Transworld Publishers Limited
  • Publication date: 4/20/1999
  • Series: Rigante Series , #1
  • Pages: 352

Meet the Author

David Gemmell was born in London, England, in the summer of 1948. Expelled from school at sixteen, he became a bouncer, working at 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.
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On the night of the great man's birth a fierce storm was moving in from
the far north, but the lowering black clouds still were hidden behind
the craggy, snow-capped peaks of the Druagh mountains. The night air
outside the birthing hut was calm and still and heavy. The bright stars
of Caer Gwydion glittered in the sky, and the full moon was shining like
a lantern over the tribal lands of the Rigante.

All was quiet inside the lamp-lit hut as Varaconn, the soft-eyed horse
hunter, knelt at his wife's side, holding to her hand. Meria, the pain
subsiding for a moment, smiled up at him. "You must not worry," she
whispered. "Vorna says the boy will be strong."

The blond-haired young man cast his gaze across the small, round hut to
where the witch woman was crouched by an iron brazier. She was breaking
the seals on three clay pots and measuring out amounts of dark powder.
Varaconn shivered.

"It is time for his soul-name," Vorna said without turning from her
task.

Varaconn reluctantly released his wife's hand. He did not like the
stick-thin witch, but then, no one did. It was difficult to like that
which one feared, and black-haired Vorna was a fey creature with bright
blue button eyes that never seemed to blink. How was it, Varaconn
wondered, that an aging spinster with no personal knowledge of sex or
childbirth could be so adept at midwifery?

Vorna rose and turned, fixing him with a baleful glare. "This is not the
time to consider questions born of stupidity," she said.

Varaconn jerked. Had he asked the question aloud? Surely not.

"Thesoul-name," said Vorna. "Go now."

Taking his wife's hand once more, he raised it to his lips. Meria
smiled, then a fresh spasm of pain crossed her face. Varaconn backed
away to the door.

"All will be well," Vorna told him.

Varaconn swirled his blue and green checkered cloak around his slender
shoulders and stepped out into the night.

It was warm, the air cloying, and yet, for a moment at least, it was
cooler than the hut and he filled his lungs with fresh air. The smell of
mountain grass and pine was strong there, away from the settlement, and
mixed with it he could detect the subtle scent of honeysuckle. As he
grew accustomed to the warmth of the summer night, he removed his cloak
and laid it over the bench seat set around the trunk of the old willow.

Time for the soul-name, Vorna had said.

In that moment, alone under the stars, Varaconn felt like an adult for
the first time in his nineteen years. He was about to find the soul-name
for his son.

His son!

Varaconn's heart swelled with the thought.

Following the old goat trail, he stepped out onto the green flanks of
Caer Druagh, the Elder Mountain, and began to climb. As he journeyed
high above the valley, his thoughts were many. He recalled his own
father and wondered what he had been thinking as he had climbed this
slope nineteen years before. What dreams had he nurtured for the infant
about to be born? He had died from wounds taken in a fight with the
Pannones when Varaconn was six. His mother had passed over the Dark
Water a year later. Varaconn's last memories of her were of a skeletal
woman, hollow-eyed, coughing up blood and phlegm.

The orphan Varaconn had been raised by an irascible uncle who had never
married and loathed the company of people. A kind old man, he had tried
hard to be a good father to the boy but had managed--among many good
lessons--to pass on to his ward his own wariness of fellowship. As a
result Varaconn never courted popularity and found intimacy difficult.
He was neither popular nor unpopular with the other young men of the
Rigante, and his life had been largely undistinguished except for two
things: his friendship with Ruathain the First Warrior and his marriage
to the beautiful Meria.

Varaconn paused in his climb and stared down at Three Streams settlement
far below. Most of the houses were dark, for it was almost midnight and
the Rigante were a farming community whose people rose before the dawn.
But lamplight was flickering in some of the windows. Banouin the
Foreigner would be checking his tallies and preparing his next journey
to the sea, and Cassia Earth Maiden would be entertaining a guest,
initiating some young blood in the night-blessed joys of union.

Varaconn walked on.

His marriage to Meria had surprised many, for her father had entertained
a score of young men seeking her hand--even Ruathain. Meria had rejected
them all. Varaconn had not been one of the suitors. A modest man, he had
considered her far above him in every way.

Then one day, as he was gentling a mare in the high meadow paddock, she
had come to see him. That day was bathed in glory in the hall of his
fondest memories. Meria had leaned on the fence rail as Varaconn had
moved around the paddock. At first he had not known she was there, so
intent was he on the bond with the mare. He loved horses and spent much
of his early life observing them. He had noticed that herd leaders were
always female and that they disciplined errant colts by driving them
away from the safety of the herd. Alone, the colt would become fearful,
for predators would soon descend on a single pony. After a while the
mare would allow the recalcitrant beast back into the fold. Thus
chastened, it would then remain obedient. Varaconn used a similar
technique in training ponies. He would isolate a wild horse in his
circular paddock, then, with a snap of his rope, set it running around
the inner perimeter of the fence. The instinct of a horse was always to
run from danger and only when it was safe to look back to see what had
caused its fear. Varaconn kept the pony running for a while; then, not
knowing Meria was watching him, he dipped his shoulder and turned away
from the mare. The pony dropped her head and moved in close to him.
Varaconn continued to walk, slowly changing direction. The mare followed
his every move. As he moved, he spoke to the mare in a soft voice and
finally turned to face her, rubbing her brow and stroking her sleek
neck.

"You talk to horses more easily than you talk to women," said Meria.

Varaconn blushed deep red. "I'm . . . not a talker," he said. Trying to
ignore her, he continued to work with the pony and within an hour was
riding it slowly around the paddock. Occasionally he would glance toward
Meria. She had not moved. Finally he dismounted, took a deep breath, and
walked to where she waited. Shy and insular, he did not look into her
eyes. Even so, he saw enough to fill his heart with longing. She was
wearing a long green dress and a wide belt edged with gold thread. Her
long dark hair, except for a top braid, was hanging loose to her
shoulders, and her feet were bare.

"You want to buy a pony?" he asked.

"Perhaps. Why did the mare suddenly start to obey you?" she asked.

"She was frightened. I made her run, but she didn't know what the danger
was. Did you see her snapping her mouth as she ran?"

"Yes. She looked very angry."

"That was not anger. Foals do that. She was reverting to infant
behavior. She was saying to me, 'I need help. Please be my leader.' So I
dropped my shoulder and gently turned away. Then she came to me and
joined my herd."

"So you are her stallion now?"

"In truth that would make me the lead mare. Stallions do the fighting,
but a mare will command the herd."

"Ruathain says you are a great fighter and a good man."

This surprised him, and he glanced briefly at her face to see if she was
mocking him. Her eyes were green. Large eyes. So beautiful. Not the
green of grass or summer leaves but the bright, eternal green of
precious stones. Yet they were not cold . . .

"Now you are staring at me," she chided.

Varaconn blinked and looked away guiltily. She spoke again. "Ruathain
said you stood beside him against the Pannones and broke their charge."

"He is too kind. He knows I was too frightened to run," he admitted.
"Ruathain was like a rock--the only safe place in a stormy sea. I've
never known anyone quite like him. The battle was chaotic: screaming
men, clashing swords. It was all so fast and furious. But Ruathain was
calm. He was like a god. You could not imagine him being hurt."

She seemed annoyed, though he did not know why. "Yes, yes, yes," she
said. "Everyone knows Ruathain is a hero. He wanted to marry me. I said
no."

"Why would you say no? He is a wonderful man."

"Can you really be so foolish, Varaconn?" she said, then turned and
strode away.

Totally confused, he carried the problem to Ruathain. The powerful
blond-haired young warrior had been out with three of his herdsmen,
building a rock wall across the mouth of a gully in the high north
valley.

"Every damn winter," said Ruathain, heaving a large slab into place,
"some of my cattle get trapped here. Not anymore."

Varaconn dismounted and helped the men for several hours. Then, during a
rest break, Ruathain took him by the arm and led him to a nearby stream.

"You didn't come all the way up here to build a wall. What is on your
mind, my friend?" Not waiting for an answer, he stripped off his shirt,
leggings, and boots and clambered out into the middle of the stream. "By
Taranis, it is cold," he said. The water was no more than a few inches
deep, flowing over white, rounded pebbles. Ruathain lay down, allowing
the water to rush over his body. "Man, this is refreshing," he shouted,
rolling to his belly. Varaconn sat by the stream and watched his friend.
Despite the awesome power of the man, his broad flat face, and his
drooping blond mustache, there was something wonderfully childlike about
Ruathain: a seemingly infinite capacity to draw the maximum joy from any
activity. The warrior splashed water to his face, ran his wet fingers
through his hair, then rose and strode to the water's edge. He grinned
at Varaconn. "You should have joined me."

"I need your advice, Ru."

"Are you in trouble?"

"I do not believe so. I am merely confused." He told him about Meria's
visit. As he spoke, he saw the young warrior's expression harden, only
to be replaced by a look of sadness. Varaconn cursed himself for a fool.
Ruathain had asked Meria to marry him. He obviously loved her, too! "I
am sorry, Ru. I am an idiot," he said. "Forgive me for troubling you."

Ruathain forced a smile. "Yes, you are an idiot. But you are also my
friend. She obviously doesn't want me, but I think she is in love with
you. Go see her father."

"How could she love me?"

"Damned if I know," Ruathain said, sadly. "Women are a mystery to me.
When we were all children, she always used to follow us around. You
remember? We used to throw sticks at her and shout for her to go away."

"I never threw sticks," said Varaconn.

"Then maybe that's why she loves you. Now go and make yourself look
handsome. Cefir will not tolerate a shabby suitor. Best cloak and
leggings."

"I couldn't do that," said Varaconn.

But he had. The marriage took place three weeks later on the first day
of summer, at the Feast of Beltine.

And so had followed the finest year of his life. Meria was a constant
joy, and Varaconn could scarcely believe his good fortune. During the
spring and the following summer Varaconn caught and gentled sixty-two
ponies. Sixteen of them had been of high quality, and most of these had
been sold as cavalry mounts to the nobles who followed the Long Laird.
The profit had been high, and Varaconn was determined to buy an iron
sword like the borrowed blade he now wore.

He patted the hilt, drawing strength from it. Even so a touch of fear
returned.

The next day the Rigantes were to march in battle against the Sea
Raiders, who were camped beyond the Seidh River. Varaconn hated violence
and was not skilled with sword or lance. What he had told Meria was
true. When the Pannones had charged, he had stood frozen beside the
powerful Ruathain. Yes, he had fought, swinging his bronze blade with
the fury of terror, and the Pannones had fled. Ruathain had wounded
three and killed one.

Varaconn had prayed never again to be drawn into a battle. That fear had
turned to terror five days before, when he had killed the raven. He was
riding a wild pony, galloping over the hills. As he topped a rise, the
raven flew up from the long grass. Startled, the pony reared, lashing
out with its hooves. The raven fell dead to the ground. Varaconn had
been horrified. His birth geasa had prophesied that he would die within
a week of killing such a bird.

He had confided those fears to Ruathain. "The horse killed it," said
Ruathain. "You have not broken your geasa. Do not concern yourself. Stay
close by me, Cousin, and you will live through the battle."

But Varaconn was not comforted. "I was riding the pony. It was in my
control."

So great was Varaconn's panic that in the end Ruathain drew his sword,
which was of iron and cunningly crafted. "Take this," he said. "It is
blessed with four great Druid spells. No one carrying it in battle will
suffer death."

Varaconn knew he should have refused at once. The blade was priceless.
Most warriors had bronze weapons, but Ruathain had journeyed to the
coast with his cattle and had returned to the Rigantes with this sword
two years earlier. The young men of the tribe would gather around him at
the Feast of Samia and beg him to let them touch the gray blade.
Varaconn felt the onset of shame, for he reached out and took the blade,
perhaps condemning Ruathain to death in his place. He could not look his
friend in the eye.

"Vorna says your child will be a son," said Ruathain.

"Aye, a son," Varaconn agreed, glad of the change of subject.

They sat in silence for a while, and the shame grew. Finally Varaconn
hefted the sword and offered it back to the warrior. "I cannot take it,"
he said.

"Whisht, man, of course you can. I'll not die tomorrow. I have not
broken my geasa. Hold the sword and return it to me after the battle."

"It is a great comfort to me," admitted Varaconn. They sat in silence
for a moment, then the frightened young man spoke again. "I know you
love Meria," he said, not looking at his friend. "I see it every time
you look at her. And I have never known why she chose me over you. It
makes no sense even now. But I ask you--as my dearest friend--to be a
strength to her if I do . . . die."

Ruathain gripped Varaconn's shoulder. "Now you listen to me. Let the
words burn themselves into your soul. I will not let you die. Stay close
to me, Cousin. I will guard your back when the battle begins. That is
all you have to do. Stay close to me."

Alone on the mountainside, Varaconn curled his hand around the hilt of
Ruathain's iron sword. The touch of the leather binding and the firmness
of the grip eased his fears once more, and he sat upon a boulder and
prayed to Samia for an omen so that he could give his son a good
soul-name. The boy's Rigante name would be Connavar, Conn son of Var.
This would be the name to earn honor among his people. But the soul-name
would bond him to the land and carry with it the magic of the night.

Varaconn prayed to see an eagle. Eagle in the Moonlight would be a good
soul-name, he thought. He glanced at the sky, but there was no eagle. He
prayed again. A distant rumble of thunder sounded from the north, and he
saw the advancing clouds snuffing out the stars. Lightning flashed
almost overhead, lighting up the mountain. A fierce wind blew up.
Varaconn rose from the boulder, ready to seek shelter. The sword brushed
against his leg.

The iron sword!

Fearful that the lightning would strike him, Varaconn drew the blade and
hurled it from him. The three-foot sword spun in the air, then lanced
into the earth, where it stood quivering.

At that moment the lightning flashed again, striking the sword and
shattering it.

Then the rain fell.

Varaconn sat slumped by the boulder, staring at the broken shards of
blackened iron.

Then he rose and began the long walk back to the birth- ing hut.

As he came closer, he heard the thin, piping cries of his newborn son
echoing above the storm winds.

The door of the hut opened, and Vorna, witch and midwife, stepped out to
greet him.

"You have the name," she said. It was not a question. He nodded dumbly.
"Speak it aloud," she ordered him.

"He will be Connavar, the Sword in the Storm."


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  • Posted April 22, 2014

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    Sword in the Storm is a great read. Written in a style that hook

    Sword in the Storm is a great read. Written in a style that hooks you and keeps you wanting more- page after page. This is my first Gemmel book and I am impressed. This one in particular touches on the adventures of a young boy, his desire to overcome his fathers' tainted reputation; it is about honor, misunderstanding and retribution. But most of all, Sword in the Storm is a book about consequences. At every turn of a page, a new character is introduced, and each is unique, complex and enthralling. I highly recommend this first book of the Rigante Series. 

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  • Posted July 21, 2011

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    Finally!

    This is one of my favorite fantasy series! Amazing character development. Gemmell creates such an amazing world. So glad its finally on the nook.

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  • Posted June 25, 2010

    Prologue Ruined It For Me

    I read the prologue and had a huge let down. I forced myself to finish it thinking that the book would become better since I accidentally purchased the fourth in the series. It lacked real substance, reminded me of other books read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2004

    BEST BOOK I EVER READ ( and i read alot of books!)

    I acculy got grounded by my parents because i was reading to much for them to handle, they said i was spending to much time reading and not spending enough faimly time. I absolutly could not put this book down ,it even went to school with me i just couldent drop it its that good! And im dislexic ,I can hardly read but I love doing it if it mean getting to read a spectaculer book like this.( i used a big word hehe)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2003

    THIS IS THE BEST FANTASY BOOK I HAVE EVER READ

    This book is interesting the whole way threw.It was the first great fantasy book i had ever read and still is. Connavar is almost the perfect figure. It keeps you up all night long!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2002

    Legend, fantasy and power

    Characters well developed and are brought to life through experiences and emotions. Battle sequences and warfare are very vivid and realistic. Use of possible historical and geographic context makes the story line grounded in a believable human past and settings. Easy to become immersed in story and characters. The mystical aspects are not outlandish or overwhelming thus the story maintains a human feel though several characters do seem larger then life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2002

    WOW! I can't believe it's not human!

    Wow! I thought this book was great...for the first ten pages. Then, BAM! the dialogue pops in to existance. And I'm not saying that the dialogue was terrible, but I think George Lucas did a better job in Episode 1 +2. For those of you who really could care less about dialogue quality, go ahead and read it, it is a fairly interesting story. Maybe I'm just overly critical, since the other 4 reader reviews have been 5 stars....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2001

    Sword in the Storm is a great read

    This book is a must-read for those who love a well-written and thought out book with action and adventure cleverly intertwined into an easily read format. I cannot wait for the next book in the series. This is a surprisingly fast and easy read -- you will not be able to put it down. Gemmell succeeds brilliantly with this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2001

    Worth waiting for the next in the series

    Be careful, this one will draw you fully into the story. In my 30+ years of reading Science Fiction/Adult Fantasy, rarely have I read a story that not only is action packed but makes the characters real and life like. I had to finish this one in one setting. It is hard to find a place to stop and put the book down even for a short time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2001

    GEMMELL IS AN ARTIST

    I enjoyed this novel greatly gemmell is a skilled storyteller who deserves much respect I have read all his books as should you. Highly Recomended!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2001

    One of my favorites

    Amazing story teller. Wow! Since I am a slow reader, I lost a few nights sleep to read it. The darn book was just too exciting, fun and inspiring to walk away from.

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