The Unremembered

The Unremembered

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by Peter Orullian

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Peter Orullian's epic fantasy debut The Unremembered has been critically acclaimed, earning starred reviews and glowing praise. But now it gets even better. In anticipation of the second volume in Orullian's epic series, and for one of the few times in our publishing history, we at Tor are choosing to relaunch a title with an author's definitive edition.


Peter Orullian's epic fantasy debut The Unremembered has been critically acclaimed, earning starred reviews and glowing praise. But now it gets even better. In anticipation of the second volume in Orullian's epic series, and for one of the few times in our publishing history, we at Tor are choosing to relaunch a title with an author's definitive edition.

In addition to stunning updates to the original text, we're also including an exclusive short story set in the world of Vault of Heaven as well as a sneak preview of the sequel, Trial of Intentions, and a glossary to the universe.

The gods who created this world have abandoned it. In their mercy however, they sealed the rogue god-and the monstrous creatures he created to plague mortal kind-in the vast and inhospitable wasteland of the Bourne. The magical Veil that protected humankind for millennia has become weak and creatures of nightmare have now come through. Those who stand against evil know that only drastic measures will prevent a devastating invasion.

Tahn Junell is a hunter who's unaware of the dark forces that imperil his world, in much the same way his youth is lost to memory. But an imperious man who wears the sigil of the feared Order of Sheason and a beautiful woman of the legendary Far have shared with Tahn the danger. They've asked him, his sister, and his friends to embark with them on a journey that will change their lives . . . and the world . . . forever. And in the process, he'll remember . . .

Editorial Reviews

The first volume of Peter Orullian's Vault of Heaven fantasy pits a motley crew of unlikely allies against hoards of ancient enemies. A praiseworthy new series from a promising young author; now in mass market paperback and NOOK Book.

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The Unremembered

By Peter Orullian

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Old Words

It is the natural condition of man to strive for certainty. It is also his condition not to find it. Not for long, anyway. Even a star may wander.

—From Commentary on Categoricals, a reader for children nominated to Dimnian cognitive training

Tranquil darkness stretched to the horizon. Small hours. Moments of quiet, of peace. Moments when faraway stars seemed as close and familiar as friends. Moments of night before the east would hint of sunrise. Tahn stepped into these small hours. Into the chill night air. He went to spend time with the stars. To imagine dawn. As he always had.

There was a kind of song in it all. A predictable rhythm and melody that might only be heard by one willing to remain quiet and unmoving long enough to note the movement of a star. It could be heard in the phases of the moons. It was by turns a single deep sonorous note, large as a russet sun setting slow, and then a great chorus, as when showers of shooting stars brightened the night sky. They were harmonies across ages, heard during the brief measure of a life. But only if one paused, as Tahn did, to watch and listen.

He stood at the edge of the High Plains of Sedagin. The bluff rose a thousand strides off the flatlands below. Stars winked like sparkling bits of glass on a dark tablecloth. His breath clouded the night, and droplets hung like frozen tears from low scrub and sage.

He looked east and let his thoughts come naturally. Deep into the far reaches of the sky he let them wander, his emotions and hopes struggling for form with the stars. He traced the constellations, some from old stories, some from memories whose sources were lost to him. A half-full moon had risen high, its surface bright and clear. The pale outline of the darkened portion appeared a ghostly halo.

Tahn closed his eyes and let his thoughts run out even further, imagining the sun; imagining its warmth and radiance, its calm, sure track across the heavens. He imagined the sky changing color in the east from black to violet to sea blue and finally the color of clear, shallow water. He pictured more color as sunlight came to the forest and touched its leaves and cones and limbs. He envisioned those first moments of dawn, the unfurling of flower petals to its light, its glint on rippling water, steam rising from warming loam. And as he always did at such a moment, Tahn felt like part of the land, another leaf to be touched by the sun. His thoughts coalesced into the singular moment of sunrise and another hope risen up from the night, born again with quiet strength.

He opened his eyes to the dark skies and the foliate pattern of stars. In the east, the first intimation of day arose as the black hinted of violet hues. A quiet relief filled him, and he took a lungful of air.

Another day would come. And pass. Until the beautiful, distant stars returned, and he came again to watch. Until someday, when either he or the sun would not rise. And the song would end.

He lingered, enjoying a moment's peace. They'd been on the road more days than he could remember. Chased by the Quiet. Chased since the night he'd let Wendra down, failed to shoot when she'd needed him, when the Quiet took her child. Tahn shook his head with guilt at the memory of it.

And now here he was. Weeks later. Far from home. Just tonight they'd climbed this plateau, arriving after midnight. After dark hour.

He took a long breath, relaxing in the stillness.

The sound of boots over frost-covered earth startled him. He turned to see Vendanj come to join him.

Even the shadows of night couldn't soften the hard edges of the man. Vendanj wore determination the way another does his boots. Carried it in his eyes and shoulders. Vendanj was a member of the Sheason Order, those who rendered the Will—that melding of spirit and body, energy and matter. The Sheason weren't well known in the Hollows, Tahn's home. And Tahn was learning that beyond the Hollows, the Sheason weren't always welcome. Were even distrusted.

Vendanj came up beside him, and stared out over the plains far and away below. He didn't rush to clutter the silence with words. And they watched together for a time.

After long moments, Vendanj eyed Tahn with wry suspicion. "You do this every morning." It wasn't a question.

Tahn returned the wry grin. "How would you know? You follow me everywhere?"

"Just until we reach the Saeculorum," Vendanj answered.

They shared quiet laughter over that. It was a rare jest from Vendanj. But it was a square jest, the kind with truth inside. Because they were, in fact, going to the Saeculorum—mountains at the far end of the Eastlands. Several months' travel from here.

"For as long as I can remember," Tahn finally admitted, "I've gotten up early to watch the sunrise. Habit now, I guess."

Vendanj folded his arms as he stared east. "It's more than a habit, I suspect."

And he was right. It was more like a compulsion. A need. To stand with the stars. Imagine daybreak.

But Vendanj didn't press, and fell silent again for a time.

Into the silence, distantly, came again the sound of footfalls over hard dirt. The chill air grew ... tight. Dense. It seemed to press on Tahn. Panic tightened his gut. Vendanj held up a hand for Tahn not to speak. A few moments later, up the trail of the cliff face came a figure, unhurried. Directly toward them.

Soon, the moon brought the shape into focus. A man. He wore an unremarkable coat, buttoned high against the chill. No cowl or robe or weapon. No smile of greeting. No frown. It was the man's utter lack of expression that frightened Tahn most, as if feeling had gone out of him.

Twenty strides from them, the other stopped, returning the bluff to silence. The figure stared at them through the dark. Stared at them with disregard.

Softer than a whisper, "Velle," Vendanj said.

My dying gods.

Velle were Quiet renderers of the Will. Like Sheason, but followers of the dissenting god.

The silence stretched between them, dawn still a long while away.

Into the stillness, the other spoke, his voice soft and low. "Your legs will tire, Sheason. And we will be there when they do." He pointed at Tahn. "Send me the boy, and let's be done."

"It would do you no good," Vendanj replied. "If not the boy, there are others."

The Velle nodded. "We know. And this one isn't the first you've driven like a mule." The man's eyes shifted to Tahn. "What has he told you, Quillescent?"

Tahn didn't really understand the question, and didn't reply. He only took his bow down from his shoulder.

The Velle shook his head slowly in disappointment. "You don't have the energy to fight me, Sheason. You've spent too much already."

"I appreciate your concern," Vendanj said, another surprising jest from the usually severe man.

The Velle hadn't taken its eyes from Tahn. "And what about you, with your little bow? Are you going to ask your gods if I should die, and shoot me down?" The expression in the man's face changed, but only by degrees. More indifferent. Careworn to the bone, beyond feeling.

He knows. He knows the words I speak when I draw.

The Velle dropped its chin. "Ask it." The words were an invitation, a challenge. And the chill air bristled when the Velle spoke them. Grasses and low sage bent away from the man as though they would flee.

Vendanj held up a hand. "You've strolled onto the Sedagin plain, my Quiet friend. A thousand swords and more. Go back the way you came."

A slow smile touched the Velle's face. A wan smile lacking warmth or humor. And even that looked unnatural, as though he were unaccustomed to smiling at all. "I don't take care for myself, Sheason. That is a man's weakness. And there'll be no heroes this time." He raised a hand, and Vendanj let out an explosive exhale, as if his chest were suddenly being pressed by boulders.

In a single motion, Tahn raised his bow and drew an arrow. I draw with the strength of my arms, but release as the Will allows.

The quiet confirmation came. The Velle should die.

Tahn caught a glimpse of a more genuine smile on the Quiet's lips before he let his arrow fly. An unconcerned flip of the Velle's wrist, and the arrow careened high and harmless out over the bluff's edge.

Vendanj dropped to his knees, struggling against some unseen force. Tahn had to disrupt the Velle's hold on the Sheason somehow. But before he could move, a deep shiver started in his chest as though his body were a low cello string being slowly played. And with the resonance rushed the memory of his failure to shoot the Bar'dyn that had come into his and Wendra's home, taken her child.

Except it seemed more raw now. Like alcohol poured on a fresh cut.

And that wasn't all. Other memories stirred. Lies he'd told. Insults he'd offered. Though he couldn't recall them with exactness. They were half formed, but sharpening.

He was maybe seven. A fight. Friends. Some kind of contest to settle ...

Tahn began to tremble violently. His teeth ached and felt ready to shatter. His mind burned hot with regret and self-loathing. He dropped face-first beside Vendanj, and curled into a ball against the pain.

Vendanj still wasn't breathing, but managed to thrust an open palm at the Velle. The Quiet man grimaced, and Vendanj drew a harsh-sounding breath, his face slick with sweat in the moonlight.

Tahn's own inner ache subsided, and the quaking in his body stopped. Briefly. The Velle dropped to both knees and drove its hands into the hard soil. Blackness flared, and the Quiet man looked suddenly refreshed. This time, it simply stared at Vendanj. The earth between them whipped, low sage tearing away. But Vendanj was prepared, and kept his feet and breath when some force hit him, exploding in a fury of spent energy. The Sheason's lean face had drawn into a grim expression, and he began shaking his head.

The Velle glanced at Tahn and tremors wracked his body again. With them came his insecurities about childhood years lost to memory. As if they didn't matter. As if he didn't matter, except to raise his bow and repeat those gods forsaken words, I draw with the strength ...

As the Velle caressed him with this deep resonant pain, a shadow flashed behind the other. Light and quick.

A moment later the Velle's back arched, his eyes wide in surprise. Tahn's tremors stopped. Vendanj lowered his arms. The Velle fell forward, and standing there was Mira Far, of the Far people. Her pale skin awash in moonlight. Only a Far could have gotten behind a Velle without being noticed. Looking at her, Tahn felt a different kind of tug inside. One that was altogether more appealing.

For the third time that morning, boots over hard earth interrupted the dark morning stillness. A hundred strides behind Mira three Bar'dyn emerged on the trail. At first they only walked. Then, seeing the downed Velle, they broke into a run, a kind of reasoned indifference in their faces. Their massive frames moved with grace, and power, as their feet pounded against the cold earth.

Tahn reached for an arrow. Mira dropped into one of her Latae stances, both swords raised. Vendanj gasped several breaths, still trying to steady himself from his contest with the Velle. "Take the Bar'dyn down," he said, his voice full of hateful prejudice.

Tahn pulled three successive draws, thinking the old words in an instant and firing at the closest Bar'dyn. The first arrow bounded harmlessly off the creature's barklike skin. But the next two struck it in the neck. It fell with a heavy crunch on the frost-covered soil.

The remaining two descended on Mira first. She ducked under a savage swipe of a long rounded blade and came up with a thrust into the creature's groin. Not simply an attack on its tender parts, but a precise cut into the artery that ran alongside them—something she'd taught him during one of their many conversations.

The Bar'dyn shrugged off the blow and rushed onward toward Tahn. In a few moments it would grow sluggish from blood loss, and finally fall. Tahn had only to keep a distance.

The other Quiet pushed ahead faster, closing on Tahn. Mira took chase, but even with her gift of speed wouldn't reach it before it got to him. Tahn pulled a deep draw. The Bar'dyn raised a forearm to protect its neck, and barreled closer.

"Take it down!" Vendanj began raising a hand, clearly weakened. The Sheason had rendered the Will so often lately. And he'd had little time to recover.

Tahn breathed out, steadied his aim, spoke the words in his mind, and let fly. The arrow hit true, taking the Bar'dyn's left eye. No cry or scream. It stutter-stepped, and kept on. Its expression was as impassive as before—not fury, reason.

Tahn drew again. This arrow struck the Quiet's knee, as he'd intended. But it shattered against the armor-hard skin there. It was almost too close to fire again, but Tahn pulled a quick draw, Mira a half step behind the creature, and fired at its mouth. The arrow smashed through its teeth and went out through its cheek. The Bar'dyn's face stretched in a mask of pain. Then it leveled its eyes again and leapt at Tahn.

It was too late to avoid the Quiet. Tahn braced himself. The massive creature drove him to the ground under its immense weight. Tahn lost his breath, couldn't cry out. He could feel blood on his face. The Bar'dyn shifted to take hold of him.

It propped itself up with one arm, and stared down at Tahn with its indifferent eyes. "You don't understand," it said with a thick, glottal voice.

The Bar'dyn began to roll, pulling Tahn with it, as if it might try to carry him away. A moment later, it stopped moving. Mira. She pulled her blade from the creature's head. Then she turned on the wounded Bar'dyn, who was now staggering toward them, weak from loss of blood.

The last Quiet fell. It panted for several moments, then went still.


Keeping Promises

And a Sheason known as Portis came into the court of King Yusefi of Kuren, and demanded he keep his pledge to the Second Promise and send men to help the Sedagin in the far North. But Yusefi denied him. Whereupon Portis rendered the king's blood boiling hot and burned him alive inside. To my knowledge, this is the first recorded instance of Sheason violence against man.

—An account of the Castigation, from the pages of the Kuren Court diarist

Warm Bar'dyn blood steamed in the moonlight. Tahn scrambled away from the dead Quiet and sat heavily on the cold ground. His heart hammered in his chest. There was no getting used to this.

And now a Velle! What had it done to him? He still felt it. Like vibrations of thought or emotion. Deep down.

"All the way to the Saeculorum," Tahn said, repeating the joke Vendanj had made before this latest Quiet attack. Now it just sounded exhausting. Impossible.

Vendanj eased himself down to sit near Tahn. "It's good you're handy with a bow."

Mira crouched in front of them, keeping her feet under her—always ready. "Velle. That's new." She was looking at Vendanj.

He nodded. "But not surprising. And not the last we'll see of them."

"There's a happy thought," Tahn said without humor. "Seems like every damn day another storybook rhyme steps from the page. What was it doing to me?"

Vendanj eyed him. Tapped his own chest. "You felt it in here."

Tahn nodded.

"A renderer of the Will can move things," he explained. "Push them. Sometimes you'll see what he does. Sometimes you won't." He took a long breath. "Sometimes it's outside the body. And other times," Vendanj tapped his chest again, "it's in here."

"I don't feel the same," Tahn said.

"It's Resonance." Vendanj said it with obvious concern. "It'll linger like a played note. Won't ever go away completely. But it'll stop feeling like it does today."

Tahn rubbed his chest. "I felt like I was remembering. ..." But it hadn't completely come back. Mostly the feeling of the memory remained. He turned to Vendanj. "What did it mean, 'There'll be no heroes this time'?"

Vendanj took a storyteller's breath. "This plateau used to be part of the flatlands below." He gestured out over the bluff. "The Sedagin people here are known as the Right Arm of the Promise. Masters of the longblade. They've always kept the First Promise; always marched against the Quiet when they come."

"What about this time?" Tahn asked, looking at the dead Velle.

Vendanj didn't seem to hear him. "First time the Quiet came, the regent of Recityv called a Convocation of Seats. Every nation and throne was asked to join an alliance to meet the threat. And most did. The Sedagin were the strongest part of that army. And the Quiet were pushed back.

"Ages later, the Quiet came again." Vendanj shook his head and sighed. "But by then Convocation had become a political game. Kings committed only token regiments. So, the regent Corihehn adjourned Convocation and sent word to Holivagh, leader of the Sedagin, to march toward the Pall mountains. He told him there was a Second Promise from this Second Convocation. He told him an alliance army would meet them there."

Tahn guessed the next part, disgust rising in his throat. "It was a lie."


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Meet the Author

PETER ORULLIAN has worked in marketing at Xbox for nearly a decade, most recently leading the Music and Entertainment marketing strategy for Xbox LIVE, and has toured as a featured vocalist internationally at major music festivals. He has published several short stories. The Unremembered is his first novel. He lives in Seattle.

Peter Orullian works in marketing at Xbox, including leading the Music and Entertainment marketing strategy for Xbox LIVE, and has toured as a featured vocalist internationally at major music festivals. He has published several short stories. He is the author of The Unremembered and Trial of Intentions. He lives in Seattle.

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SShepard More than 1 year ago
This book is pretty long, but not as long as some of the other epic fantasies like Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time, or something by Goodkind, or Eddings. It took some time to read it, but it was well worth it. I really enjoyed this book, it took me on a journey with some unlikely heros that I enjoyed getting to know. The story was told with flavorful, descriptive words that put you right in the scene. My favorite characters were Wendra and Tahn. I was left wanting to see more of Wendra's musical ability and hope there will be more of it in the next book. Braethen was someone I could relate to, along with many other characters who populate this world. I enjoyed watching him find the courage that he needed through the course of the book. I thought all of the characters were well developed. The world was also well developed, you could immerse yourself in the book and "see" what the characters were "seeing". I think that Peter Orullian is in the same league as Terry Brooks, and Patrick Rothfuss. If you enjoy reading them you will thuroughly enjoy reading this book. The interactions between best friends Tahn and Sutter kept it light hearted as well. I thought the situations the characters found themselves in were very creative and well written, and that the way they handled the situations were surprising and satisfying. I am looking foward with anticipation for the next book.
BookGod More than 1 year ago
If you are looking for something epic, yet different, look no further than Peter Orullian's, "The Unremembered". I actually discovered Peter's writing and his world by purchasing his short stories for my Nook. His writing has a visceral. lyrical quality to it and transports you out of this life as the best books do. It is sprawling with great characters that you care about. From the young, impetuous Tahn to the terrible majesty of Rolen. The hurt beauty of Wendra to the steadfast friendship of Sutter. You can tell that Orullian cares deeply about this story, bringing about an almost musical quality to the tale. I read the Nook version that could have been formatted a little better, and even purchased the hardcover because I feel that this will be an important work of fantasy. Just as I did for Jordan, Sanderson, Goodkind and Martin. Orullian keeps pace with them all. As the old commercial suggested.. "Try it, You'll Like it".
Silus28 More than 1 year ago
I picked up this book based on the quote from Terry Brooks on the cover and I was not disappointed. I'm a big fan of Brooks' work and must say I'm now a fan of Peter Orullian as well. I love epic fantasy and The Unremembered is one of the best I've read in years. I found the basic premise of the story quite intriguing. The Gods strive to create balance in the worlds they construct, however one of thier own has "fashioned a world with hellish creatures too powerful to allow balance". So the Gods banish this miscreant to a desolate region of the world he created, to live forever with his horrific creations imprisoned behind a veil maintained by the magical power of song. The Gods then abandon this world and leave it's fate to Will of mankind. Building upon this premise, the author develops an incredibly vivid and indepth world that plays host to a both a captivating plot and some of most endearing characters in recent memory. What sets Orullian apart from most of his counterparts is the extensive character development and the descriptive focus on the inter-relationships of his cast. I found his characters to be incredibly well developed, unique and easy to identify with. The authors ability to convey the subtleties of the relationship between his central protagonist Tahn and his best friend Suttter demonstrates he is master at his craft. In addition to the engaging characters and masterful storytelling, I found the combinitation of the two distinct yet intertwined magic systems to be both innovative and fascinating. There is one system based on the utilization of "Will" or life energy to effectively cast magical spells and another based on the power song. I beleive we have only observed the tip of the iceberg with the latter of these two systems and I eagerly await the next book to further explore it's potential. I'm definatley looking forward to the ensuing volumes of The Vault of Heaven series and would recommend The Unremembered to anyone who enjoys great epic fantasy. Truly one of the best fantasy series openings in past few years. Don't miss this one!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is pretty long and it took me a while to read it. But it was worth it. I really liked this book. It took me on a journey with some unlikely heros that I enjoyed getting to know. The story was told with flavorful, descriptive words that put you right in the scene. It is pretty complex, and some hard things happen. So I think it would be good for older readers, but not really for kids. My favorite characters were Wendra and Braethen. I was left wanting to see more of Wendra's musical ability and hope there will be more of it in the next book. And Braethen was just someone I could relate to. I enjoyed watching his progress through the book, and the courage he eventually found. I thought all of the characters were well developed. The fun interactions between the best friends Tahn and Sutter kept it humorous as well. I thought the situations the characters found themselves in were very creative, and the ways that they handled them were surprising and satisfying. Looking forward to the next book.
blackflag00 More than 1 year ago
I was lucky enough to score an Advanced Reader's Copy and I very much enjoyed this first book in a new epic fantasy series. The author does a wonderful job of bringing his characters to life, and creating a world that feels unique and familiar at the same time. Fans of this genre may notice some similarities with other works of fantasy, but I think that is almost always the case with these types of stories; and not an area upon which to place too much emphasis. If you've read Tolkien, then Brooks' Shannara books seem familiar; if you've read Brooks, Jordan's WOT series seems familiar; etc. It's really what the author manages to do with these shared themes that makes those other books worth reading, and the same is true here. If you spend some time enjoying the author's fresh take and strong characterizations, I think you're in for an enjoyable read. Overall, a great first step by a new author in the Fantasy genre.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In the Hollows, an Order of Sheason wizard and a beautiful elven Far order two orphans (Tahn, and his sister Wendra) and their friend (Sutter) to undergo a dangerous quest. Than is the key, but his sibling and his buddy are needed to protect his back if he to succeed on the dangerous impossible mission. None of the trio understands why they were chosen as they have no skills or experience and never been outside the Hallows. Although each doubts their worthiness they set forth on their mission. They have hardly begun when a malevolent god sends his evil horde to kill them. Surprising themselves, Tahn, Wendra and Sutter survive assault after assault from the odious minion. At the same time an invasion adds to the chaos. This is an entertaining coming of age quest fantasy starring a strong young trio. Although the story line is exciting, it comes across somewhat as standard sub-genre fare. However, what makes the plot brisk and fun is the changing relationships between the heroic threesome. Fans who relish an enjoyable epic adventure will want to join Tahn and his cohorts as they fight overwhelming evil in the first Vault of Heaven thriller. Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed this book. Some dream sequences were extraneous, but most were releva?t. Too many side excursions during the long journey. Shorter, this book would rate five stars
ShieldWolfJRS More than 1 year ago
I received a review copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. My opinions are my own. Today I will be reviewing The Unremembered (Vault of Heaven Book 1) Author’s Definitive Edition by Peter Orullian. I was very excited to read this book, It just sounded like a book I would really enjoy. The concept of music as magic really appealed to me. Well, I did and I didn’t enjoy this book. It took me a very long time it seemed to get into this one. I have thought about it for awhile trying to figure out just why that was. The main reason I came up with was that I could not get into the characters at first. It seemed as though to many characters were introduced in to short of a time and it took some time for me to warm up to everybody. Once that happened I did finally enjoy this book. Don’t get me wrong the characters are very good once I got my head wrapped around who they were. This is very much a story driven book, and that story is very good. The story is classic fantasy with the authors unique spin. The worldbuilding is really where Mr. Orullian shines. I was very intrigued by the world he has brought to life. All in all I have to say this book was a great introduction book for this series. You can definitely see there is a grand story to be told and this book was just the tip of the iceberg. I am very anxious to see how the author and the story grows in the next book Trial of Intentions. On a final note the cover art is one of the best I have seen in a long time. As you know if you have read my reviews before I am not about long reviews with synopsis and spoilers. I just give my opinion on my experience with this book and you can take it from there. Now on to the next book. 3.5/5 STARS - mightythorjrs
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...since a book has held my attention so completely. I had trouble putting it down to sleep and eat. I am eager to read volume 2 of this series! I recommend this first book to all lovers of epic fantasy!
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Great Book!
split87 More than 1 year ago
the problem is like most epic fantasy's how many years before the next book comes out and how many and when will the series be done! yes i will read the next book in the series! nothing really new to epic fantasy readers. ie. the evil lord and hes kingdom, the unwilling young boy who dosn,t know of his true destiny and powers leaving home with friends on a grand adventure.
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Such a great book! HURRY with the next, Por favor!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyable read. Good maps. Kept me interested first half of book (300 pages). Started to slow down after. Didnt fully understand the ending battle, how did he win? What did he do?
BryanThomasS More than 1 year ago
The best epic fantasy I've read all year, although I admit to not reading a lot yet this year. Reminded me how much I love a good epic fantasy. Great magic system. Lots of creativity. Great characterization and pacing. An interesting and complex story and world. Can't wait for more! Recommended.
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