The Wanderers


Paula Brandon’s acclaimed fantasy trilogy comes to a triumphant conclusion in an unforgettable collision of magic, intrigue, and romance.
Time is running out. Falaste Rione is imprisoned, sentenced to death. And even though the magical balance of the Source is slipping and the fabric of reality itself has begun to tear, Jianna Belandor can think only of freeing the man...

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Paula Brandon’s acclaimed fantasy trilogy comes to a triumphant conclusion in an unforgettable collision of magic, intrigue, and romance.
Time is running out. Falaste Rione is imprisoned, sentenced to death. And even though the magical balance of the Source is slipping and the fabric of reality itself has begun to tear, Jianna Belandor can think only of freeing the man she loves. But to do so, she must join a revolution she once despised—and risk reunion with a husband she has ample reason to fear.
Meanwhile, undead creatures terrorize the land, slaves of the Overmind—a relentless consciousness determined to bring everything that lives under its sway. All that stands in the way is a motley group of arcanists whose combined powers will barely suffice to restore balance to the Source. But when Jianna’s father, the Magnifico Aureste Belandor, murders one of them, the group begins to fracture under the pressures of suspicion and mutual hatred. Now humanity’s hope rests with an unexpected soul: a misanthropic hermit whose next move may turn the tide and save the world.
“[An] ambitiously creative story . . . Brandon’s character development is exceptional, as is her ability to interweave numerous story lines into a briskly paced narrative. . . . Fantasy and romance fans looking for something unusual will find this amalgamation wildly entertaining.”—Publishers Weekly, on The Ruined City

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Publishers Weekly
The final volume of Brandon’s genre-fusing trilogy (after The Traitor’s Daughter and The Ruined City) concludes in grand style. Jianna Belandor’s beloved, the altruistic physician Falaste Rione, has been imprisoned and sentenced to death. Jianna embarks on a desperate mission to free him as the increasingly unstable magical wellspring known as the Source threatens to destroy every living creature on the Veiled Isles. As the world becomes more surreal—hordes of undead Wanderers, “devoid of memory, intellect, emotion,” are appearing everywhere, while amphibious humanoid Sishmindris begin a revolt against the oppressive human regime—Jianna’s father, accompanied by a dysfunctional group of arcanists, sets off on a quest to somehow cleanse the Source before it’s too late. The audacious fusion of fantasy, romance, and zombie fiction combines with Brandon’s exceptional character development in a highly imaginative, action-packed narrative that provides tremendous fun and escapism, lacking only an adventurous ending. (Aug.)
Library Journal
As Jianna Belandor seeks a way to rescue her lover, the alleged rebel Falaste Rione, from certain execution, a magical imbalance creates pockets of distorted reality and spawns hordes of undead. A small group of arcanists and other companions, including Jianna's father and disabled uncle, travels through hostile territory to the magical Source, hoping to restore balance before it is too late. In a grand finale that features prison breaks, great feats of magic, murder, heroics, sacrifice, and romance, Brandon brings her historical fantasy trilogy (The Traitor's Daughter; The Ruined City) to an exciting conclusion. While tying together numerous plot threads, she leaves room for future forays into a fascinating world of magic and political intrigue. VERDICT Brandon demonstrates a keen eye for detail and an ability to weave many stories into one epic tale that should appeal to fans of Jacqueline Carey and L.E. Modesitt, Jr.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553583830
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/31/2012
  • Pages: 416
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 7.80 (h) x 0.92 (d)

Meet the Author

Paula Brandon is the author of The Traitor’s Daughter and The Ruined City. She lives in New Jersey.

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The Magnifico Aureste knelt staring down at the Magnifico Vinz, who stared blindly back. The fixed eyes and still, bloodstained chest clearly proclaimed their owner’s lifeless state. Less clear, however, were cause and circumstances.

He had killed Vinz Corvestri, so much was certain. His hand still recalled the blade sliding neatly between the other’s ribs. He had done it, yes, but why? He had hated the man for decades, but never had enmity found physical outlet; at least, not directly. Why here, and why now? What had happened?

Aureste raised an icy hand to a hot brow. His recollections of the past few minutes swirled in chaos, and he could not sort them out. Surely he had been asleep and dreaming. But when did a sleeping man, even one caught up in the wildest of nightmares, ever commit homicide?


The Magnifico Aureste thrust that thought from him. It had been no murder, but an act of legitimate self-defense. Corvestri had attacked him.

But Corvestri’s lax hands were empty of weapons.

No matter. He had been attacked, he was sure of it. There had been ghostly figures, faces that he knew from the past, voices that he knew, stabbing at him with their words. The images were confused, but vivid. Corvestri had been there among them, his voice among theirs, master and leader of the crowd—

There was no crowd. No ghosts, no voices. He and the corpse were alone in a quiet moonlit space. Perhaps that was all that had ever been.

No. They had been present, assaulting him in their own incorporeal but effective way. They had very nearly mastered him. And if they had not been real, then they must have been arcane manifestations, created by a treacherous enemy. Corvestri could have done it—must have done it. Weak and fearful though he was, there could be no denying the man’s arcane skill.

His highly trained, experienced, absolutely essential skill.

He realized then what he had done. He had killed Vinz Corvestri, a magnifico of the Six, and incidentally one of the precious talents upon whom the success of the entire venture depended. It was a catastrophe.

Or perhaps not entirely. Aureste’s mind was swiftly resuming its wonted agility. Innesq believed that the cleansing of the Source might be accomplished by five arcanists, in a pinch—he had said so—and five remained.

One of them a youth of thirteen years, untried, unproven, scarcely qualified to take a place among his elders.

Well, young Vinzille Corvestri would have to serve; there was no alternative. And it shouldn’t be impossible. Innesq had lavishly praised the lad’s natural ability.

Innesq. The name struck mental sparks. He would be shocked, grieved, and generally appalled to learn of Corvestri’s death at Aureste’s hand. He was likely to remonstrate; he might even blame his brother. No doubt they all would, even Sonnetia—or especially Sonnetia. She did not appear particularly attached to her lord, but some misplaced sense of duty might oblige her to protest his removal.

But then, she did not have to know who had done it.

Innesq had never learned the truth of the Sishmindri Zirriz’s disappearance. He did not need to learn the truth about Vinz Corvestri, either. Nobody did.

They would wake within a few hours and note their companion’s absence at once. Perhaps a few well-crafted lies would convince them that Corvestri had decamped voluntarily during the night—that he had lost his nerve, and, like the servants, had bolted for home . . .

No, that nestful of arcanists would immediately attempt communication. They would cast forth one of their accursed sendings, and then, receiving no reply, they would initiate a search. They would locate the body within minutes; its whereabouts could never be concealed from such hunters. No good, no good . . .

Well, then—they would discover their loss, but not its author. The Magnifico Aureste would be with them when they woke at daybreak. He would appear to share in their puzzlement and growing uneasiness. He would likewise share in their consternation upon discovery of Vinz Corvestri’s corpse, and he would share in the general discussion. He would offer up his own theory of events—that the Magnifico Vinz had wandered away from the camp during the night, perhaps to answer a call of nature, and there, alone and unprotected in the depths of the woods, he had been set upon by murderous footpads.

It was not implausible. In these troubled times, desperate bands roamed the starving countryside. The Magnifico Vinz, abstracted and taken unawares, might easily have fallen prey to violence.

And if certain members of the group doubted this explanation, suspecting something even darker—well, where was their proof? The weapon employed, identifiable as Aureste’s own, would never be seen. Where was it now?

It lay on the ground beside him, where he had let it fall. He snatched it up, wiped the dark stains off on the grasses, and stowed it away out of sight. Who could reasonably raise a voice against him in the absence of evidence or compelling motive? He himself hardly knew why he had done what he had done. There was no clear reason. He knew only that he had been attacked, and that he had defended himself.

Who could contradict him? There had been no witnesses.

Some instinct lifted his eyes then from the dead man on the ground and turned them to the left, where a small figure stood poised, almost as motionless as the corpse. She stood but a few feet from him, and he could see her quite clearly; slight form wrapped in a drab cloak, white face and bare white feet, pale hair silvery in the moonlight, enormous eyes wider than ever before, and filled with—horror? Grief? Incomprehension? He could not read those uncanny eyes.

He had no idea how long Nissi had stood there watching; whether she had followed him by design, or stumbled upon him by chance; whether she had witnessed all, or only part. Whatever she had seen, the potential damage had to be contained. Aureste sprang to his feet. The expression in his eyes evidently terrified Nissi. She turned and fled.

Aureste gave chase. He had not decided exactly what he would do when he caught her, but she had to be controlled, one way or another.

But laying hands upon young Nissi proved no easy matter. Through the midnight woods she led him, through pools of pearlescent moonlight and wells of deepest shadow, her step so light and fleet that she seemed to flow over the land like rushing water. Aureste, unequivocally solid, stumbled over roots in the darkness, cursed, and failed to gain on her. The branches whipped his face, the brambles clutched at him, while his quarry flitted weightlessly ahead.

Presently she reached the campsite, with its recumbent cocooned figures ranged about the remnants of the cook- fire. Without hesitation, she sped straight to Innesq Belandor, who slumbered beside his wheeled chair. Dropping to her knees, she let one finger lightly touch the sleeping man’s brow. Innesq’s eyes opened at once and he sat up, whereupon Aureste abruptly checked. He stood still, his black gaze fixed on Nissi and mutely threatening to burn her alive.

“Magnifico Corvestri. Oh, help!” She spoke in a breathless whisper, tiny but all too audible.

Aureste’s hands itched for her throat, but she was beyond his reach and could not be silenced now.

“What is it, child?” asked Innesq. “What about Corvestri?”


Innesq’s eyes shifted for an instant to Vinz Corvestri’s untenanted spread of blankets. “Perhaps he will return.”

“No. The last thread was cut, and he is gone.”

He understood her, and his face changed, but his voice remained calm and gentle as he urged, “Tell me what you have seen.”

She could scarcely be permitted to do so; at least not before the Magnifico Aureste had presented his own suitably shaded version of the facts. Aureste advanced.

As he drew near, Nissi began to shake. Seizing one of Innesq’s hands in both her own, she clung.

“My dear one,” Innesq attempted reassurance, “I promise you, there is no need to fear my brother.”

“His knife,” Nissi whispered. “His knife, dark with the Magnifico Corvestri’s blood . . .”

“No, that is impossible. You have had a nightmare.”

She shook her head, cobweb hair drifting.

Aureste could no longer maintain silence. “The girl has witnessed—an incident,” he confessed. “I daresay she has misinterpreted.”

Innesq fixed a searching gaze upon him.

“I’ll tell you all that happened, as well as I’m able,” Aureste promised. “But come, let me help you into your chair. We’ll withdraw a distance and speak in private.”

Already it was too late. The three voices had pitched themselves very low, but they had fallen upon the ears of sundry light sleepers. Aureste felt the pressure of new observation, and turned to confront the mournful, questioning regard of Littri Zovaccio, who sat bolt upright, bony hands clasped tightly before bony chest. Not so much to worry about there—Zovaccio never spoke, he would disturb nobody—but now another was awakening, this one always malevolent.

Yvenza Belandor opened her eyes and sat up, instantly and fully alert. For a moment she studied her wakeful companions, and then asked, “What is this?”

No answer, and her imperative glance pinned the trembling Nissi. She repeated the query.

The lifelong habit of obedience was not easily broken, and Nissi did not resist.

“Magnifico Corvestri. Gone, in blood.”

“His own, you mean? Do you tell me he is dead, by violence?”

Nissi nodded.

“You’re certain? You’ve seen this with your own eyes?”

Another nod.

“He died by his own hand?” Yvenza waited a moment for confirmation. It did not follow, and her eyes kindled. “Another hand? Whose?”

Nissi’s eyes shifted for an instant to Aureste Belandor’s face, and then away again.

“Ah, I see. But how dreadful. You mean that the murderer”—Yvenza’s voice lingered pleasurably upon the word—“the murderer is here, hiding his evil among us? Name him, child. Come, we’ll protect you, name him aloud.”

The situation was deteriorating by the second. Aureste burned to seize control. A confidential discussion with Innesq would furnish the best means. His brother’s arcane powers, suitably directed, would surely serve to mend matters. Perhaps Innesq could bring Vinz Corvestri back to life. Or maybe he could turn time back upon itself, and the entire unfortunate episode could be avoided. At the very least, he could offer a truly thorough removal of the corpse. Perhaps it could be whisked off to the depths of some ocean on the far side of the world, and then it could be given out that Vinz Corvestri had simply elected to depart in solitude during the night. And certainly Innesq would be willing to oblige, once the true facts had been properly explained to him. The true facts were murky, but no matter. The Magnifico Aureste possessed powers of improvisation.

But there was little opportunity to use them. A discreet exchange between his brother and himself was now impossible. No chance of slipping away unnoticed; the hag Yvenza had seen to that, with her deliberately clarion tones that had roused the last of the company from slumber. They were all stirring now, sitting up, rubbing their eyes, murmuring. Sonnetia Corvestri, unaware of her widowed state, but visibly uneasy; her son, Vinzille, fired with youthful energy, wide awake and already on his feet, his quick glance traveling everywhere; and Ojem Pridisso, frowning, drawing in his breath preparatory to the issuance of some reproof or command.

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  • Posted August 24, 2012

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    ¿The Wanderers¿, by Paula Brandon is the final book in what is c

    ‘The Wanderers’, by Paula Brandon is the final book in what is called
    ‘The Veiled Isles Trilogy. I hadn’t read the first two books in this
    series before picking up this copy. I am pleased to inform you that this
    book also performs well as a stand-alone novella. The plot is easy to
    follow and the characters are extremely well written. I would put this
    book in the Fantasy Fiction genre as it incorporates multiple species, a
    form of Magic seldom used in any other series, and a paranormal aspect
    with walking dead. We start the book with a tale of Magnifico Aureste’s
    murder of Magnifico Vinz. Needless to say, this action leads to
    suspicion, fear and hatred of Aureste for the remainder of the book.
    Aureste is cleared of the charges and is said to have performed the act
    in self-defense. However Vinz’s 13 year old son, Vinzille, knows the
    truth of the matter. This serves to divide the group of Arcanists who
    have trekked far from home in hopes of cleaning the source of their
    powers. The group was set at six, now with the death of Vinz, they must
    continue as five. While Aureste is travelling with his arcane
    brother, his daughter Jianna is having her own adventure in their home
    city of Vitrisi. She has joined the resistance against the Tarerleezi
    conquerors that have ruled over them. Jianna’s lover, Falaste, has been
    captured and falsely condemned for a murder he did not commit. He is
    held in “The Witch”, the impregnable, inescapable prison of the
    government. Jianna, along with other members of the resistance, join
    forces to break Falaste from his false imprisonment, but get captured at
    the gates after being recognized by Jianna’s estranged husband. Jianna
    confesses to the attempt and prays that her uncle Nalio saves her from
    her death sentence, but that goes unanswered. Jainna and Falaste are
    sentenced to death by way of the blood being drained from their bodies
    in front of a crowd of peasants. With Tarerleezi ruling the lands, the
    amphibious species of Sishmindris have become a sub-class of citizen
    used as servants, and those that aren’t servants are condemned to live
    in guarded off areas of the city. They work together with the resistance
    trying to win their own freedom and return to their original home in the
    wetlands. As Jiannas life is about to end, Aureste is giving his own
    life fighting off the Wanders (living dead) to save his brother.
    Aureste’s brother, Innesq and his five arcane companions are deep in a
    trance cleaning the Source of evil and the world of dirty magic of the
    Overmind, an evil entity bent on controlling the world. When the
    Source is cleansed, a rush of wild winds, rain and lighting sweep the
    Isles for three solid days. During the first blasts of wind, Jianna and
    Falaste are blown free of the jail and their sentence of death. Upon
    reaching their freedom they discover that the resistance has secured the
    government and with the devastation of the storms, the Tarerleezi have
    enough problems to worry about at home to try to control both lands at
    once. I was slightly confused when I started this book, as I had not
    read the previous in the series, but everything was explained throughout
    the book so it was easy enough to follow. I wish I had read the first
    books in the trilogy and will make it point to do so sometime in the
    future. I would recommend anyone interested in Fantasy Fiction to read
    this book, but don’t make the same mistake I did. Start with the first,
    and I guarantee you will be enthralled in the depth of character and
    plot until you finish The Wanderers.

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