Treason Keep: Book Two of the Demon Child Trilogy (Hythrun Chronicles Series #2)

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As Treason Keep begins, R'shiel is on the brink of death. Her only hope is the healing powers of the Harshini—magical beings long thought ...

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Overview

In Medalon, Book One of the Hythrun Chronicles, Tarja Tenragen and his half-sister R'shiel were forced to lead a rebellion against their power hungry mother, who ruled Medalon as the First Sister of the Blade. But their mother's defeat came at great cost: not only does it leave Medalon vulnerable to invasion, R'shiel is mortally wounded.

As Treason Keep begins, R'shiel is on the brink of death. Her only hope is the healing powers of the Harshini—magical beings long thought extinct. Even they will be hard-pressed to save the Demon Child of prophecy . . .

On Medalon's northern border, Tarja and the Defenders are far too few to stand against the invaders from Karien, even with the new fortifications built onto Treason Keep. The only thing that can save them is an alliance with Hythria, with whom the Medalon have been skirmishing for generations. But can Tarja trust Damin Wolflblade, warlord and heir to the throne of Hytrhia, with whom Tarja has personally crossed blades upon the field of battle?

Meanwhile, King Hablet of Fardohnya weds his eldest daughter, the stunningly beautiful but shrewish Princess Adrina, to the Karien Heir. Hablet hopes to place his grandchild on the Karien throne. But the wayward and rebellious Adrina has her own plans, and the fate of three nations dangle upon her insolent whim.

Featuring a heady blend of political intrigue, war, and one of the great love-hate relationships in fantasy fiction, Treason Keep is sure to please the many fans of epic fantasy.

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The second book in Jennifer Fallon's wildly popular Hythrun Chronicles continues the epic saga of R'shiel and Tarja Tenragen as they fight to bring peace to a realm on the brink of all-out war. In a world filled with violent political and religious conflict, an ancient prophecy has come to pass. The mythical Demon Child, destined to destroy a rogue deity and restore balance once again among the gods, now walks the earth.

R'shiel is that legendary figure; and, as Treason Keep begins, she is nearly dead from injuries sustained in the first novel of the saga (Medalon). Temporarily safe in a Harshini haven known aptly as Sanctuary, R'shiel begins to understand her incredible powers and learns more about why she must destroy an egomaniacal god who calls himself the Overlord. Meanwhile, Tarja, a captain of Medalon's Defenders, is at his nation's northern border, preparing for an imminent invasion by Karien soldiers, who -- as fanatical followers of the Overlord -- have vowed to wipe out the Medalon atheists once and for all.

Although the danger and intrigue surrounding R'shiel and Tarja obviously power this novel, two secondary characters absolutely steal the show. The love-hate relationship between Damin Wolfblade, a brutally handsome (and brutally honest) warlord, and Adrina, a spoiled and stunningly beautiful princess, is worth the price of the book alone! With a cast of fascinating characters, complex story lines, and a vividly described realm saturated with magic and myth, it's not surprising that Fallon's Hythrun Chronicles have been compared to Tolkien's Lord of the Rings. You want epic fantasy? Look no further. Paul Goat Allen

Jacqueline Carey
Fantasy readers in the U.S. will welcome Jennifer Fallon, Australia's latest export.
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"Fantasy readers in the U.S. will welcome Jennifer Fallon, Australia's latest export."—Jacqueline Carey

"Jennifer Fallon structures her novels to capture the reader from the opening paragraph and you can only break from her grasp when you reach the final page. I recommend Treason Keep."—Altair

"Following up on the success of her debut novel Medalon, Australian author Jennifer Fallon is back with the second installment of her rousing Demon Child Trilogy. There's more action and a rash of political shenanigans in Treason Keep, but it's the warmth and humanity of her characters that will keep you reading."—TV Week (Australia)

Altair
Jennifer Fallon structures her novels to capture the reader from the opening paragraph and you can only break from her grasp when you reach the final page. I recommend Treason Keep.
TV Week (Australia)
Following up on the success of her debut novel Medalon, Australian author Jennifer Fallon is back with the second installment of her rousing Demon Child Trilogy. There's more action and a rash of political shenanigans in Treason Keep, but it's the warmth and humanity of her characters that will keep you reading.
Jacqueline Carey
Fantasy readers in the U.S. will welcome Jennifer Fallon, Australia''s latest export.
Kirkus Reviews
Second in the Hythrun Chronicles (Medalon, p. 206), a fantasy about the fate of nations hanging on the doings of one R'Shiel, a young woman with great magical powers. Things open with R'Shiel dangerously wounded in the battle that concluded the previous volume. She's at Sanctuary, the home of the magical race that she's half-descended from. Her half-brother Tarja is at a fort in the north of their native kingdom, Medalon, awaiting an anticipated attack from Karien, a northern kingdom intent on spreading its monotheistic religion. And King Hablet of the decadent southern kingdom of Fardohnya has sent Princess Adrina, his shrewish eldest daughter, to marry the Karien heir, the puritanical prince Cratyn. The two have so little in common that it's almost a given that their marriage will fall apart quickly and disastrously. From this beginning, Fallon builds a fast-moving tale full of Machiavellian schemes, extreme character conflict, sudden reverses of fortune, and capricious interventions of gods whose power waxes and wanes in proportion to the number of their human followers. Fallon takes the theory of character abuse about as far as it can go, with R'Shiel once again captured and left in the hands of her most bitter enemy. Meanwhile, Adrina lords it over Cratyn until he suddenly turns the tables, revealing himself to be far more dangerous than she realized. Tarja, along with the dashing southern warlord Damin, does his best to prepare for the Karien assault they know is coming-until a far-too-easy victory is followed by a shocking betrayal. Fallon orchestrates all this with a smooth sense of dialogue and a sure feeling for pace-and she has the ability to juxtapose the comic and thedramatic without undercutting either. A well-executed "popcorn" fantasy, with complex characters and entertaining style.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765309877
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 11/1/2004
  • Series: Hythrun Chronicles Series , #2
  • Pages: 496
  • Product dimensions: 6.14 (w) x 9.94 (h) x 1.59 (d)

Meet the Author

The ninth child in a family of 13 girls, Jennifer Fallon was born in a suburb of Melbourne, Australia. After living in various areas of Australia, including Canberra, Darwin, and a remote mining settlement, Fallon settled in the Northern Territory in 1980. She has two daughters and a son. She has had 32 foster children and friends refer to her home as "the ashram" due to the large number of stray teenagers that still inhabit her house at irregular intervals.

Fallon has worked as a youth worker, a store detective, shop assistant, an advertising sales rep and executive secretary, among other things. She has managed two hire car companies, an ISP, and a video shop, as well as founding the Anzac Hill Gymnastics Club in 1991. She is a member of the Business & Professional Women's Association and is often in demand as a guest speaker.

Fallon started writing when she was about 14. Her mother, who died when Fallon was 13, was an aspiring children's writer who encouraged her daughter to write. She started writing fantasy in 1990 when she decided she would be better off writing something for herself, rather than trying to please everyone else. In 1995, Jennifer vowed to either get published by the year 2000 or give up writing and get a real job. Her first novel, Medalon, was released in Australia in August 2000 and hit the bestseller list the first week it was released, as well as being shortlisted for the 2000 Aurealis Awards as the best Fantasy novel.

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TREASON KEEP

PART ONE

 

 

POLITICS AND POWER GAMES

CHAPTER 1

It took a conscious effort of will for Brak to take the final step across the threshold of Sanctuary. The gates stood wide open, tall and impossibly white in the thin, chill mountain air. Sanctuary's tall spires reached elegantly for the scudding clouds, shadowing the Gateway and offering him one last moment of anonymity.

He had turned his back on this place more than two decades ago and, despite the loneliness, the guilt, and the hunger for his own kind, he still found it harder than he thought possible to return.

He was not unexpected. That would have been too much to hope for. As he trekked through the mountains he had clung to the idle hope that the demons would not betray his approach. It was the reason he had come on foot—this journey of months could have been accomplished in hours had he asked the demons for help.

As he contemplated that final, irrevocable step, a figure appeared on the other side of the Gateway. Tall, white-robed and smiling, Jerandenan had been the Gatekeeper for as long as Brak could remember—and that was almost a millennium. The Harshini's totally black eyes were moist, and his whole being radiated the warmth of his welcome.

The Gatekeeper opened his arms wide. "Welcome home, Brakandaran."

Still Brak hesitated. "You remember me then?"

Jerandenan laughed softly. "I remember every soul who has entered my Gate, as well you know. And you, more than most, I would not forget. Come, Brakandaran. Your family awaits you. The demons miss you, and ..." TheGatekeeper's voice trailed off with a shrug, and he smiled that infuriating, calm smile that was already beginning to annoy Brak. And he had not even crossed Sanctuary's threshold yet.

"And Korandellan wants to see me?" Brak guessed.

Jerandenan nodded. "Did you expect anything less from your King?"

Before Brak could answer, several gray missiles launched at him through the tingling barrier of the Gateway. The demons jumped on him gleefully, chattering to each other incomprehensibly, so delighted by his return that they almost knocked him off his feet. He recognized a few of the creatures as he tried to shake free of them, but there were youngsters in the group he did not know. They knew him, though. His blood called to them more clearly than any words were capable of.

Jerandenan smiled indulgently as the demons pushed and pulled Brak until he was through the Gateway, ignoring both his protests and his greetings, which he seemed to be handing out in equal measure.

"You can deny yourself, Brak, but you cannot deny the brethren. They are as glad to see you as we all are."

Brak frowned, and peeled a little demon from around his neck who was hugging him so tightly he could barely breathe. No sooner had he removed one, than another tried to take its place. He pushed it away sternly.

"Begone!"

The demons fell back at his sharp tone, looking mightily offended. He immediately felt guilty for being so abrupt, a fact which the demons were probably counting on. At the first sign of his resolve wavering they were on him again, although this time they gave him room to breathe. Brak turned to Jerandenan helplessly.

"And you wonder why I haven't been back in more than twenty years."

"You are as hungry for the demons as they are for you, Brakandaran," the Gatekeeper said with an indulgent smile. "Don't deny them, or us, the joy of your return."

By the time Brak had disentangled himself from the demons a second time, other white robed figures had appeared, attracted to the Gateway by the unusual commotion. The Harshini rarely, if ever, left Sanctuary these days—not since the Sisterhood had come to power two centuries ago—and few had entered the magical Gateway in that time. The Keep was outside of normal time and space, in a dimension uniquely its own. No one but a Harshini, or those born within the walls of Sanctuary, could find it when it was warded.

The curious arrived first, to see what all the fuss was about, wandering toward the Gateway with a leisurely stride. Behind those came others, some at a run. These Harshini were té Cam, his family, alerted by the demons' joy at the return of their lost cousin.

He almost fled at that point. Seeing the faces of his family made him shrivel up a little inside. They had done nothing but try to make him feel as if he belonged here; and he had repaid their kindness with blood ... this shame, this unbearable remorse, was the reason he had never come home.

"Brakandaran!"

A fair-haired woman pushed through the crowd and ran to him, twisting the knife of his guilt even harder into his soul.

"Samaranan."

She stopped a few paces from him and examined him with a critical eye.

"You're too thin."

Brak was expecting almost anything but that. Trust Samaranan to say the one thing guaranteed to ease his tension. He smiled at her blunt criticism.

"I've been living on nothing but ..." he stopped himself before he could upset the Harshini with his carnivorous diet. "I've been living off the land. It's a long walk."

"It was also an unnecessary one," she scolded. "The demons would have brought you home. All you had to do was ask."

"I like walking."

"Actually, I think you like suffering. But you got here. Finally. Welcome home, brother." She hugged him tightly, pushing demons out of the way to reach him. He had almost forgotten how forgiving the Harshini were—how incapable of anger or resentment. His elder half-sister did not seem to care that he had not contacted her for two decades. Nor did she seem to hold against him the crime that had driven him from this place. "Come, you must pay your respects to Korandellan. He knew you would come."

Brak nodded, but did not bother to add that the King had left him little choice in the matter. Samaranan took his hand and led him forward, the demons skipping in his wake. The Harshini parted for them, some simply smiling their welcome, others nodding to him with genuine pleasure at his return. Some even reached out to touch his travel-stained clothes, to assure themselves that he was real. Brak tried to return the warmth of their welcome, but his guilt and his human blood, as always, made him feel like an outsider.

Sanctuary was like no other place on this world, and at first glance, seemed unchanged since Brak had last walked these halls. The Harshini settlement sat within a valley; the Keep tunnelled into the hills, its broad, open archways looking down to the valley floor. The air was sweet and moist from the constant mist created by the rainbow-tinted cascade that supplied the settlement with water and tumbled down toward the pool on the western edge of the valley. Although autumn was beginning to turn the mountains red, here in Sanctuary the temperature never varied a great deal. The God of Storms was solicitous of Harshini comfort.

The long, tiled walkways echoed his booted footsteps as Samaranan led Brak toward Korandellan's apartments. Everywhere they went people turned and waved to him, delighted to see him. It was as though he brought them hope rather than pain, and the reaction puzzled him a little. It was true that the Harshini were incapable of anger or violence, but even that could not explain their obvious joy. Many of them would have been glad to see the back of him, hethought. Then another thought occurred to him as he realized what else seemed strange.

"Where are the children?"

"There are none, Brak."

"Why?"

Samaranan slowed her pace and glanced at him. "It's the wards on Sanctuary. They remove us from the real world. We do not age, but neither do we conceive."

"But you don't stay out of time constantly. Korandellan used to bring Sanctuary back every spring to allow time to catch up." As far as Brak remembered, the settlement had reappeared every spring for the past two centuries. Such a return was vital for their survival.

"We've been warded now for nearly twenty years, brother," she told him. "After you left, after the demon child was born, Xaphista redoubled his efforts to find us. We could not risk exposing ourselves, and Sanctuary would flare like a beacon to a Karien priest. Every time we return to real time, Death is waiting to claim those who have cheated him. There are no children to replace those who are lost." She seemed to understand his confusion. "In case you're wondering, that's why everyone is so happy to see you. You will aid the demon child and she will remove the threat of Xaphista. Then we will be free once more."

"Remove the threat of Xaphista? You mean kill him."

Samaranan frowned. "Please don't say it like that, Brak."

"Why not? It's the truth."

"You know what I mean. You've been back for little more than a heartbeat. You could at least try to be sensitive."

"Forgive me," he snapped. "I'll try very hard not to mention the fact that Korandellan has brought me back to train Zegarnald's pet assassin."

She stopped and glared at him, her black eyes as close to anger as they were capable of getting. "Stop it! This is not easy for any of us. There is no need for you to make it even harder."

"You think this is easy for me?"

Samaranan's eyes softened and she reached out to touchhis face. "I'm sorry, little brother. I forget sometimes what it must be like for you."

"Don't apologize, Sam. I shouldn't be heaping all my anger on you. There's a god or two I'd like to throttle, but it's not your fault." Brak smiled wanly. "I promise I'll try to be as Harshini as I can while I'm here."

Her relief was evident. "Thank you."

They resumed their slow pace through the broad halls. Brak listened idly as Samaranan filled him in on the family happenings, which, considering how much time Sanctuary had spent removed from reality, was a fairly short list. There were no new nieces or nephews or cousins to celebrate. Only the demons, who could flit between dimensions at will, were able to reproduce—but even their numbers were starting to dwindle in the face of the Harshini's prolonged withdrawal. The Harshini and the demons were interdependent, and the creatures could not sustain an increase in their numbers that the Harshini were unable to match. It occurred to Brak that if something were not done soon, the Harshini would no longer be simply hiding. Their current state of limbo would eventually prove fatal. The knowledge was an added burden he did not want or need.

They reached Korandellan's chambers eventually, and the tall, delicately carved doors swung open at their approach. The King was waiting for them, his smile benign, his arms outstretched in welcome. The resemblance between him and the demon child took Brak by surprise. Korandellan was tall and lean and impossibly beautiful, as all the Harshini were. With the demons clustered behind Samaranan's long skirts, Brak fell to his knees and lowered his head, surprised at his need for Korandellan's benediction.

"You have no need to kneel before me, Brakandaran. It is I who should bow to you. You have suffered much on our behalf."

"Don't be ridiculous," he retorted without thinking.

"Brak!" Samaranan gasped. Even the demons seemed appalled by his disrespect.

But the King laughed. "Oh, how I've missed you,Brakandaran! You are like a breath of fresh air. Come, get off your knees and let us talk as friends. Samaranan, tell your family to prepare a feast. Tonight we will welcome your lost brother home."

"There's really no need ..." Brak began as he climbed to his feet. The King ignored his objections.

"Leave us now. Your brother and I have much to discuss."

Samaranan bowed gracefully and backed out of the room. The demons followed her, subdued in the presence of the King. The doors swung shut silently as they departed. The King turned to Brak and his smile faded.

"What news have you of the outside world?"

"Nothing that is likely to bring you joy," Brak warned. "The Defenders were in Testra when I left. They were making plans to move north, to protect their border from the Kariens."

"Shananara tells me you went to Hythria."

"I indulged in a bit of theatrics, I'm afraid," he admitted. "The Defenders needed help and I had to stop them killing the demon child. I made a rather dramatic appearance in Krakandar and convinced Damin Wolfblade to form an alliance with them."

"The High Prince's heir?" Korandellan shook his head with a faint smile. "You never did listen to me when I told you about the dangers of interfering with mortal politics. But ... perhaps such an alliance might eventually bring peace between Medalon and Hythria, so in this case, I will forgive you."

"You always forgive me, your Majesty. It's your one fault."

"I have more than one, I fear. And what news of the Kariens?"

"As soon as word reaches them about the death of their Envoy, they'll have the excuse they've been looking for to invade Medalon."

"Then war is unavoidable?" The King looked pained even contemplating such an idea.

"I'm afraid so."

"And Fardohnya? What is Hablet doing? It is unlike him to let such momentous events take shape without him trying to turn it to his advantage."

"I wish I knew," Brak told him with a shrug. "A couple of years ago he was making overtures toward Hythria. He sent one of his daughters to meet with Lernen Wolfblade, but I don't know that anything came of it. It's hard to tell with Hablet. He makes and breaks treaties as if they were piecrusts. You should think about sending someone to his court, now that the word is out that the Harshini still live."

The King shook his head. "I risked much in letting Shananara aid you, and I cannot sleep for fear of the danger Glenanaran and the few others who have returned to the outside might be in. The High Arrion has promised me that the Sorcerer's Collective will protect our people in Greenharbour, but we are not revered in the manner we once were. Our seclusion appears to have left us unprepared for the human world. Her assistance will come with a price, I suspect. Besides, Fardohnya is too close to Karien. I would not put it past Hablet to see some advantage in dealing with the Kariens, and I would not willingly give him a hostage." Korandellan walked to the balcony that overlooked the broad, sun-kissed valley. He studied it for a long moment before he spoke again. "A part of me rejoices to see you again, Brakandaran. Another part of me fears what your appearance heralds."

"And just exactly what does my appearance herald?"

Korandellan did not answer immediately. When he did, he completely changed the subject. "The demon child lives."

"Cheltaran healed her, then?" It was a relief to learn that his journey had not been in vain.

"Yes ... and no."

The vague reply surprised Brak, and worried him. "What do you mean?"

"When the demons brought R'shiel here she was on the brink of death. No, even more than that, Death had her by the hand and was leading her away. Cheltaran healed her wounds, but Death does not like to be cheated, particularlyby the God of Healing. They are having something of a ... disagreement ... over the demon child's fate."

"That sounds ominous. Where does that leave R'shiel?"

"She lives, but only just. Death holds one hand, Cheltaran the other."

Brak sagged against the balcony. "But it's been months!"

"I know. But now that you are here, we should be able to resolve the conflict."

"You want me to step into an argument between Death and a god? Thanks for the vote of confidence, your Majesty, but I think you vastly overrate my powers of persuasion."

The King turned to him, his expression serious. "I overrate nothing, Brakandaran. A compromise of sorts has been worked out to solve the problem. Unfortunately, none of us is capable of carrying it out."

"Compromise? What compromise?"

"A life for a life," Korandellan told him heavily. "Death will relinquish his claim on R'shiel, if another life is given in her place."

Brak closed his eyes for a moment as the weight of the task Korandellan asked of him pressed on him like a falling building.

"You want me to choose?"

"I do not ask this of you lightly, Brakandaran, but I have no choice. I cannot take a life, even indirectly. You are the only one who can make the decision."

"And to think I used to imagine my human blood would never be an asset to the Harshini," Brak remarked sourly. "Fine. I'll go out and pick some helpless, worthless human. That should satisfy Death."

Korandellan's golden skin paled at his callousness. "It is not that simple. Death demands a soul of equal value."

"Then I'll make sure I pick an obnoxious brat. That should even things up."

"A soul of equal value, Brakandaran. Death drives a hard bargain. He wants a soul whose loss will mean as much to the demon child as her loss will mean to us."

"Is there a time limit on this absurd bargain, or will the poor sod drop dead the moment I name him?"

Korandellan shook his head in despair. "I cannot comprehend your ability to make light of this, Brakandaran."

"I'm not making light of anything. I might be capable of making such a decision, Korandellan, but I certainly don't find it easy. It's an eminently reasonable question."

"And one I cannot answer. You will have to ask Death yourself. I'm sure he will be reasonable."

"Oh! You think so?"

"Please, Brakandaran! Do not think to approach Death with such an attitude."

As a race, the Harshini were a bridge between the gods and mortal man, but it was Korandellan who carried the full weight of that bridge on his shoulders. Brak appreciated his predicament, but found it hard to sympathize, given the burden the King had just handed him.

"Don't worry. Even I am not that stupid. Can I see R'shiel?"

"Of course." The King smiled faintly and placed his hand on Brak's shoulder. "You did well to find her, Brak. I know the remorse that fills you seems hard to live with, but ultimately, if she succeeds, R'shiel will free the Harshini. Your actions will have saved your people."

"All but one," Brak reminded him grimly.

 

 

R'shiel té Ortyn, the demon child who had caused Brak so much anguish—even before she was born—lay not far from Korandellan's chambers. The room was large and airy, filled with flowers and scented candles, as if the cheery atmosphere could somehow compensate for the battle being waged over her life. Two Harshini sat with her, watching the faint rise and fall of her chest, as if waiting for something to happen. As Brak approached they bowed silently and withdrew, the expectant joy in their black eyes at his coming making him feel unworthy.

She lay on the crisp white sheets wearing a simple robe of pale blue. Her dark red hair had been braided with careand lay coiled on the pillow. She appeared whole and unmarked. As unnaturally perfect as any Harshini.

She was breathing, but barely. Brak watched her for a time then turned to Korandellan.

"You've not spoken to her yet?"

"She's been unconscious since she arrived. Once the ... decision is made, Death will release her."

Brak considered his next words carefully before he spoke. "Korandellan, have you considered the possibility that it might be better if you let Death have her?"

The King's head snapped up in shock. "Of course not! Why would I do that?"

"She may look Harshini, your Majesty, but this girl is not what she seems. She was raised by the Sisterhood. She is spoilt, manipulative and can be utterly ruthless when she's in the mood. And those are her good points."

"If Xaphista prevails, the Harshini will be destroyed."

"You've no guarantee that won't happen, even if she lives. You don't know her like I do. Believe me, she's not the stuff saviours are made of."

"You don't like her?"

"I don't trust her," he corrected.

The King studied R'shiel for a moment and then looked at Brak. His expression was troubled. "Be that as it may, I cannot let her die. We will not survive long enough for another demon child to reach maturity, even if such a child was born tomorrow. I have no choice."

"Then the gods help us all," Brak muttered to himself.

Copyright © 2001 by Jennifier Fallon

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    A Good Middle Book Of The Hythrun Chronicles

    I think for the most part this is a good middle book of a trilogy. It keeps the storyline moving, the characters interesting, and foreshadows what will take place in the final book of the series. I think Jennifer Fallon is a good edition to the fantasy genre. Anyone who likes a fast paced story with engaging characters will like this series.

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    Awesome!

    A great book by a superb author! Definitely worth buying! I would recomend to anyone who loves fantasy novels (and everyone else).

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  • Posted January 16, 2010

    A good woman is hard to find

    Fallon's fertile imagination has given us another look into the complicated world of Hythrun. The complex interweaving of things familiar and magical influences beyond the ken of today's world has laid out the groundwork for a myriad of possible story lines. It is rare to find an author who can tell his/her story and leave the reader saying "Well! I never expected THAT!". And my own personal bias of wanting to read about a woman who says "Not ME!" rather than "Help me!" is certainly appeased, for in these stories, Fallon has created a woman who is truly her own person, and looks only to herself for aid. Refreshingly different.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2005

    What can i say? Loved it, loved it, loved it

    I loved this the book, the characers were so real,and had me attached from page one. Im defanetly looking foward to the third book, Harshini to be released. This is defanetly a must read. I felt like I was there,and I never wanted to leave.

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    Enthralling Fantasy

    Though succeeding along with her half brother Tarja in their revolt against their obsessed mother, ruling First Sister of the Blade of Medalon, R¿shiel is dying and the kingdom is in trouble from outside invaders seeing an opportunity to take advantage of weakness. Tarja and his small loyalists struggle to stop the Karien invasion........................... R¿shiel¿s only hope to survive is to somehow find and convince the magical Harshini healers to save her life. The Harshini agree, but R¿sheil must pay the price. Though the healers vow never to kill, they use others to handle the dirty work as fees for services rendered. R¿shiel must destroy the Karien God Xaphista............................... Meanwhile alliances are forming. Tarja joins with the Warlord of Krakander, Damin Wolfblade while the kingdom of Fardohyna, through a regal marriage of Princess Adrina, forges a partnership with Karien. However, betrayal and personal agendas are everywhere.......................... Book Two of the Hythrun Chronicles (see MEDALON for the first tale) is an exciting sword and sorcery thriller that focuses more on the adventures of Damin and Adrina rather than the half-siblings, overall stars of the series. The story line hooks the audience as it moves along the four prime subplots until all converge in a terrific climax. Though like most fantasy miniseries, readers are better off starting with the first chronicle as references allude back to it, newcomers will still appreciate this strong tale that never slows down until that final convergence of heroes and villains.............................. Harriet Klausner

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