Wit'ch Storm

Wit'ch Storm

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by James Clemens
     
 

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Elena bears the mark of the wit'ch upon her palm, the crimson stain that testifies to an awesome power of unimaginable potency: wild, seductive, difficult to control. Only a mistress of blood magick can stand against the foul minions and all-corrupting evil of the Dark Lord. But Elena is not yet the mistress of her magick. Protected by an ageless warrior and a

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Elena bears the mark of the wit'ch upon her palm, the crimson stain that testifies to an awesome power of unimaginable potency: wild, seductive, difficult to control. Only a mistress of blood magick can stand against the foul minions and all-corrupting evil of the Dark Lord. But Elena is not yet the mistress of her magick. Protected by an ageless warrior and a band of renegades, she quests for a lost city where prophecies speak of a mystic tome that holds the key to the Dark Lord's defeat. But if the Dark Lord finds her first, Elena will become his most fearsome weapon . . .

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Wit'ch Fire grabs at your heart and tears a little hole, then tears another, and another - a brutal and beautiful ride. I can't put the book down!"
-R. A. SALVATORE

"I loved every page of this book . . . [Clemens's] imagery is so brilliant that every scene comes instantly to life, and while everything seems immediately familiar, the reader soon learns to expect a new surprise with every page. And just as you think he can't possibly come up with anything else, a new character bursts upon the tale, bringing along a whole new level of sorcery!"
-JOHN SAUL

"Full of violence, magical pyrotechnics, and black-hearted villains."
-Publishers Weekly

Library Journal
Hunted by the Dark Lord because of the wit'ch mark she bears, Elena journeys with a group of trusted companions in search of a lost city reported to contain a way to defeat her enemy. At the same time, a young woman of the sea embarks on an arduous trek that leads her to a rendezvous with prophecy--and with Elena. Clemens (Wit'ch Fire, LJ 6/15/98) embellishes traditional high fantasy conventions with his own unique touches to create a vivid tale of a young woman's battle against the forces of evil. A strong addition to most fantasy collections. Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Second in Clemens's fantasy series (Wit'ch Fire, 1998) set in the land of Alasea. Elena, having unexpectedly found herself working magic—her entire hand turned blood-red—has learned that she must travel to A'loa Glen to recover the Blood Diary created by the last Chi mages, Er'ril and Shorkan, in order to defeat the Gul'gotha invaders. Her companions are the usual assortment of beings, each with his/her/its own agenda: one-armed Er'ril, until recently posing as a juggler, mountain giant Kral, the dryad Nee'lahn, the half-og're Tol'chuk, Mogweed and Fardale the shapeshifters, and Meric the el'vin. Elena finds she's slowly being consumed by a vine, until she discovers that her other hand is magic too: one fire, one ice. And the evil d'warf Torwren, seeking the ancient, powerful Hammer of Thunder, wakes the Dark Lord himself. Trite in overall concept, but with fresh, sparky details and enough plot convolutions to keep fans coming back for more. If only the i'diotic apostrop'hes had been banned and banished too.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780345417084
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Publication date:
05/28/2000
Series:
Banned and the Banished Series, #2
Edition description:
Reissue
Pages:
528
Sales rank:
496,438
Product dimensions:
6.86(w) x 4.10(h) x 1.15(d)

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Elena stepped from the cave, pushing aside the leather hanging that kept the warmth of the mountain folk's morning fires snug within the cavern. Even though spring was already a moon old, here among the peaks the early morning hours were still laced with whispers of ice from the mountaintops. Free of the caves, the air smelled crisp, scented with pine and highland poppy, and this morning, a breath of warmth even hinted at the summer to come.

A sigh on her lips, Elena shook back the hood of her green woolen jacket and raised her eyes toward the mountains. Still tipped with heavy snow, they seemed to lean over her as if threatening to topple, and the roars from a hundred waterfalls echoed through the valley from the torrents of snowmelt. After a long winter, where both water and time itself had seemed frozen forever, the spring thaw was like a new birth.

Smiling, she took a step forward—but, as if to remind her that winter had not yet completely given up its grasp on the highlands, her heel slipped on a patch of black ice.

She cartwheeled her arms to no avail and landed on her backside upon the rocky trail.

Behind her, Elena heard the rasp of leather on stone as Er'ril pushed aside the cavern's apron to join her. "Girl, we can't have you breaking your neck before we even leave the Teeth." He reached a hand to help her up. "Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine." With her face burning hot enough to thaw the ice under her rump, Elena ignored his hand and struggled to her feet on her own. "I didn't see ... I slipped ..." She sighed and turned away from his stern expression. Under black brows, his gray eyes always seemed to be weighing her, judging her every action. And why was it that he only seemed to acknowledge her when she was burning a finger on a flame or snagging a toe on an unseen rocky outcropping? She wiped a palm over her gray trousers, searching for her dignity but finding only a sodden spot on her backside.

"The others have been waiting a long time," he said as he slid past her, leading the way up the three hundred steps toward the pass where the rest of the party had gathered. "Even the wolf should be back by now."

Fardale, in his wolf form, had left at daybreak to survey the trails that led to the distant valleys. Meanwhile, Nee'lahn and Meric had been assigned to tack the horses and ready the wagon, while Tol'chuk and Mogweed hauled and inventoried their supplies. Only Kral still remained below, saying his final farewells to his mountain clan.

"If we hope to clear the pass by nightfall," Er'ril said as he climbed, "we must be off quickly. So keep your eyes on the stairs, rather than on the clouds." As if mocking his warning, a patch of ice betrayed Er'ril's own feet. His one arm shot out, and he had to hop two steps to keep his balance. Afterward, as he glanced back at her, his face was a shade darker than before.

"I'll make sure I watch where I'm going," Elena said, her eyes bowed meekly—but she couldn't keep a grin from her lips.

Er'ril grumbled something under his breath and continued forward.

They managed the remainder of the stairs with care, each in a cocoon of silence. Elena, though, imagined both their minds dwelt on the same worry—the journey ahead, the long trek across the many lands of Alasea to the lost city of A'loa Glen. Somewhere in the sunken city lay the Blood Diary, hidden there by Er'ril centuries ago: a tome prophesied to contain the key to saving their lands from the black corruption of the Gul'gothal lord. But could they reach it, a band of travelers from different lands, each with his own reasons for pursuing this journey?

With much of the last several weeks spent plotting, planning, and outfitting the band of travelers, a mixture of relief at finally being under way and dread at leaving the security of the frozen passes swirled in each member's breast. A heavy silence, like now, hung around the shoulders of everyone, except for—

"Ho!" The call from behind them stopped both Er'ril and Elena near the head of the trail. Elena twisted around to see Kral squeeze his huge frame through what now seemed a tiny opening in the granite cliff face far below. He waved an arm the size of a tree trunk at them, his voice rolling like a boulder through the canyon. "Hold up there. I'll join you."

Meet the Author

James Clemens was born in Chicago, Illinois, in 1961. With his three brothers and three sisters, he was raised in the Midwest and rural Canada. He attended the University of Missouri and graduated with a doctorate in veterinary medicine in 1985. The lure of ocean, sun, and new horizons eventually drew him to the West Coast, where he established his veterinary practice in Sacramento, California. He is also the author of Wit'ch Fire and the upcoming novel Wit'ch War.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
I read alot of fantasy. This series is possibly the best series I have ever read. The action is fast paced and the authors imagination is amazing. Dont pass this book up. I was so excited after reading the first book that I had to write the author to personally thank him. That was a first. Now I would like to spread the word and hope Mr Clemens continues his writings for all to enjoy. If you love Tolkein, Jordon, Goodkind and other long detailed series, you will love this work. Also recommended: Wit'ch Gate Wit'ch Storm Wit'ch Star Wit'ch War
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This is a great series no complaints
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