The Assassin King (Symphony of Ages Series #6)

The Assassin King (Symphony of Ages Series #6)

by Elizabeth Haydon

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ISBN-13: 9780765344748
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 11/27/2007
Series: Symphony of Ages Series , #6
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 432
Product dimensions: 4.23(w) x 6.74(h) x 1.17(d)

About the Author

As the daughter of an air force officer, ELIZABETH HAYDON began traveling at an early age and has since traveled all over the world. She draws on the imagery of these visits in The Symphony of Ages series (Rhapsody, Prophecy, Destiny, etc.) and its companion series for middle grade readers, The Lost Journals of Ven Polypheme (The Floating Island, The Thief Queen’s Daughter, etc.), and blends her love of music, anthropology, herbalism and folklore into much of her writing. Haydon is also a harpist and a madrigal singer (a singer of medieval songs). She lives with her family on the East Coast.

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The Assassin King


By Haydon, Elizabeth

Tor Fantasy

Copyright © 2007 Haydon, Elizabeth
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780765344748

Chapter One Western seacoast, Avonderre
 
On a morning of unsurpassed fineness, the sun rose over an incandescent sea, rippling with light so bright as to be painful in its radiance. The winter wind dancing over the gleaming waves, fresh with the sweet hint of a spring coming far away in the southlands, carried with it the scent of blood.
 
Rath cursed and lowered his head to his chest, pulling his brown hood farther down over his stinging eyes. He waited for the water beneath his translucent eyelids to clear, then blinked several times and looked up again at the shoreline. The sea was so calm that the edge of the land barely wavered in the distance. Rath clutched the oar in his sinewy hands and put his back into rowing for the beach.
 
With each stroke, each pull, each screech of wood against the oarlock of his small boat, he canted his list of targets, every one of their names engraved permanently on his memory. Hrarfa, Fraax, Sistha, Hnaf, Ficken, he whispered in the odd, buzzlike language of his ancient race, the one form of speech that was inaudible to the wind. Rath was always careful not to put information on the wind, especially the sea wind, where it would blow recklessly about the wide world, to be heard by any ear that knew how to listen. Rath waswell aware of the loose tongue of the wind; he had been born of that ephemeral element.
 
He gritted his teeth as he rowed, mentally cursing the waves over which he traveled. Water had long blocked his Seeking vibration and kept him from his quarry. Each stroke moved him closer to being free of it, but that did little to calm his growing ire. Until he was away from the sea and the cacophony of thick vibrations that it generated, he would be unable to hunt. So he concentrated, as always, on his list.
 
Hrarfa, Fraax, Sistha, Hnaf, Ficken.
 
Once through the roster of would-be victims that had been his agenda for as long as he could recall, he silently intoned one last name that had been recently added.
 
Ysk.
 
It was not a name in the language of the others, but rather one that had been conferred on its owner by an ignorant species, a demi-human race that barely formed words at all. Ysk was the Firbolg word for spittle, for the regurgitation of something foul. That monsters had given someone such a title could only convey the deepest disgust, contempt that had no limit.
 
It was perhaps the worst name that Rath had ever heard.
 
It was also a dead name, a name whose power had been broken more than a millennium before, whose history lay at the bottom of the sea on the other side of the world. A name all but forgotten, indeed, completely erased from the wind and from memory, except for the recollection of Rath and his kind.
 
It was the last name on his list, but the first one he would actively seek upon landing.
 
When the beach was finally close enough that rowing was disproportionate effort, Rath climbed out of the boat and left it drifting in the tide. He had sighted his landing carefully so as to be able to come ashore unnoticed in a small, rocky alcove between two fishing villages. His luck was holding; there was no one in sight for as far up and down the beach as he could see.
 
He turned away from the sea wind with one last glance over his shoulder; the little boat was slowly backing away in a graceless dance, spinning aimlessly in the current. Rath waded to shore, ignoring the pebbles and seaweed that coated the sand beneath his feet. His soles had no nerves in them anyway, the calluses from millennia of walking through fire were almost as thick as a boot would have been.
 
Once on the beach, he hurried forward until the scrambling froth of the waves was no longer able to reach him, then stopped in the cold, dry sand, pulled back his hood, and tilted his head to the southwest, listening to the wind. He waited for the span of a hundred heartbeats, but no voices akin to his own could be heard; none of his fellow hunters had anything to report, as was the case most of the time.
 
As it had been for centuries into millennia.
 
Rath lingered a moment longer, then turned his back to the west, away from the crashing of the waves and the rustling of the foam. He took a breath of the salt wind, inhaling over the four openings of his windpipe, clenched his teeth, and loosed his kirai, the Seeking vibration by which his race sought their prey. The buzzing sound came forth from the deepest opening in his throat, a vibration heard only by him.
 
Then he opened his mouth, allowing the air that was rising from within his lungs to pass over the top opening in his throat, forming words again.
 
Hrarfa, Fraax, Sistha, Hnaf, Ficken.
 
One by one he canted the names of the demon spirits he was hunting, feeling the slight variation in tone as he changed from one name to another. If the kirai matched any of those names to a vibration it detected in the air, his throat would burn as if with caustic fire; he would taste the beast’s blood in his mouth, feel its heartbeat in his own chest. He could lock on to that rhythm and follow it.
 
But, as always, there was no taste of any of the names on the wind.
 
Finally, he intoned the last name.
 
Ysk.
 
This name, of course, was different. Unlike the others, it was the dead name of a living being, a name once given, in another lifetime, to a man with a soul. However tainted that soul might be by the ravages of time and personal failure, it could never be as acidly evil as the essence of the demonic beings Rath and his fellow demon hunters regularly pursued. And however dead the name might be, Rath had reason to believe its original owner was, in fact, still alive, though his vibrational signature had changed along with his name.
 
And not long before, he had heard the dead name, spoken aloud, on the nattering wind. He hoped to get a taste of it once more, now that he had crossed the sea and finally come ashore in the place to which he had tracked the name, the place it seemed to have been last spoken.
 
He inhaled, letting the wind pass over his tongue, then canted the name.
 
Ysk.
 
There was a remnant of it still on the wind coming from the southeast, though faint and hollow; perhaps it had been years since it had been voiced. Still, this continent, this place known in old lore as the Wyrmlands, was the place where the name had last been sounded. Rath could taste that much.
 
Satisfied, he stripped his pack from beneath his cloak, opening it carefully on the sandy ground as the wind whipped off the sea, buffeting the skin of his naked head. He quickly checked his provisions and the minimal tools of his trade, as well as the dagger he wore in a calf sheath. The weapon was little more than a child’s knife, meant only for the meanest of self-defense against any beast or man that he might not be able to otherwise avoid. No one who observed him would consider him armed.
 
Rath carried his deadliest weapons in his head.
 
Determining his water supply to be sufficient, he quickly repacked his provisions and slung the pack beneath his flowing brown cloak. Then he glanced at the sea one last time; the little boat was no longer in sight, lost in the blazing glare of the rising sun.
 
A moment later, to any eye other than his own, so was Rath.
 
Copyright © 2006 by Elizabeth Haydon. All rights reserved.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great series, but unfinished. As of 2006, no information or anything about the next book is to be found anywhere. She dropped this series and moved onto a childrens series. As far as I'm concerned all her Symphony of Ages books should be pulled off the shelves. Its unfair to her readers. I would have never spent the money knowing it wouldn't be finished. I don't recommend any of these books.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As another reader reported, I should have waited for the paperback. Nothing but talk, nothing settled, just set us up to buy the next book. Mitch Goldman Chicago
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was disappointed. At least a fourth of this book is explaining the past books,so it can be incredibly boring if you have read the books before. The rest of the book was good,but not extraordinary. My only regrets other than the lost time was that I wish I had bought it as a paperback and I wish it was longer.
Guest More than 1 year ago
One of the things that separates Elizabeth Haydon from every other fantasy writer out there is her attention to the intimate. I don't just mean details Robert Jordan can write three hundred pages about the color the sky. But Haydon has the ability to take events that span worlds, nations, and millennia, and make them personal. Even the thugs who serve to show what sort of abuse a new character endures are interesting and believable. This book is so refreshing. I've missed Achmed, Rhapsody and Grunthor as well as the rest of the gang so much! There is a return to the brilliant dialog that seems like you really could hear it in a tavern or if you were listening in on a conversation, without the nonsense usually fabricated in the genre. I love the rise of the new and familiar secondary characters, especially Melisande Navarn, and the interaction between the Patriarch, a former gladiator, and Anborn, who has always been my favorite character. I can't wait to see how this saga unfolds.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The next book in the series comes out this year, 2014, so don't give up hope yet!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved the series and am patiently waiting for the next book.   I  reread them at least once a year and will continue to do so.  Hopefully Elizabeth Haydon will finish the next installment of this wonderful series
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Elizabeth Haydons writing is genius! Complex, without being so complicated you get lost..full of action, adventure, heartache and romance..just a great fantasy series...i was sad when year after year she still hadn't released a new book in this series & had left her fans hanging for so long, but am ecstatic now that I've heard the next book in this series will be released in July!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this series and I understand that writing is all about what inspires you and gets your creative juices flowing but after 4+ yrs of waiting for your next book in this series.....youve lost me Ms. HAYDEN
aline83 More than 1 year ago
I am a big fan of this series but not of this book. It was not near as good as the others. The other books in this series were fantastic. I would recommend!
luvnature98 More than 1 year ago
This was an excellent book along with the preceding books in the series. It sort of reminds me of Lord of the Rings with all the battles and the good vs evil scenario. I highly recommend it if you are into the fantasy genre.
Queenofbooks2010 More than 1 year ago
I liked this book alot but it did not go far enough into what was going on with the war in the mountains. I have waited for three years and still no new book is out yet, COME ON ALREADY!!! I really love this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wasn't as impressed w/ this one as others. She seemed to change her writing style until that last 100 pages or so which I didn't like. Need to read it to find out what happened though. Love the series, just not so much this book
Guest More than 1 year ago
I started reading teh first book, Rhapsody, last summer vacation and had finished it by the next morning. Elizabeth Haydon is my favorite author. If you've jsut started reading her books I'd suggest reading them in order. The serie's goes Rhapsody, Prophecy, Destiny, Requiem for the Sun and Elegy for a Lost Star. The first three are my favorite. I like the second two also, of course, but I liked the fourth one a little better than the fifth. I can't wait for The Assassin King and I asked my dad to preorder so I could read it as soon as it came out.
harstan More than 1 year ago
The death of Llauron has shook up more than just his dragon kin as the ancient wyrms know it impacts all species by leaving a void in protecting the earth. Dragons hold a rite of passage for Llauron and convene a meeting at the site of his horrific death to determine what to do. At about the same time, the F¿dor demons are resurfacing spreading their evil wherever they walk amongst humans. Talquist thinks the time is right for him to invade the northern lands so his realm can grow. Alliances are forming between the demons and the humans though neither side trusts the other especially once the conquest is complete. Rhapsody realizes her beloved Middle Kingdom people are in danger with the death of her dragon ¿father-in-law¿, from the demons and the southern armies. She and her spouse Ashe begin countermeasures as war is imminent by calling upon their allies of yore Grunthor and Achmed for help at a time her ¿mother-in-law' Anwyn the dragon wants her dead. --- THE ASSASSIN KING is a well written epic fantasy, but slower than the previous Symphony of Ages tales as much of the early pages recounts what has passed in other novels or the various sides preparing for war. The story line is character driven as the Anwyn, the F¿dor, Talquist, and Rhapsody know a confrontation is coming soon. Newcomers should obtain the previous tales (at least the last one - ELEGY FOR A LOST STAR), which is an interesting look at a fantasy war mostly from the preparation stages preceding the combat. Elizabeth Haydon is a master fantasist. --- Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I picked this series up when it first came out. I read each book and just waited for the next one in the series to come out. They are wonderful mini masterpieces. Anyone into fantasy, and odd worlds.must read this series.
Khaavren More than 1 year ago
Awesome series. Have been waiting 7 years for a new one, and finally... a book for middle schoolers. What?! What about your faithful fans, Elizabeth? I can't believe you'd leave us hanging. Please, please finish this series. 
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