A Darkness at Sethanon (Riftwar Saga Series #4)

A Darkness at Sethanon (Riftwar Saga Series #4)

by Raymond E. Feist

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ISBN-13: 9780553263282
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/28/1987
Series: Riftwar Cycle: The Riftwar Saga Series , #4
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 76,592
Product dimensions: 4.18(w) x 6.88(h) x 0.97(d)
Lexile: 900L (what's this?)

About the Author

Raymond E. Feist is the international bestselling author or co-author of twenty one novels, including Magician, Silverthorn, A Darkness at Sethanon, Faerie Tale, The Kings Buccaneer, Talon of the Silver Hawk, and King of Foxes. Feist is a graduate of the University of California, San Diego, and resides in Southern California with his family. He travels, collects wine, and lives and dies with the San Diego Chargers.?

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Prologue

Darkwind

The wind came from nowhere.

Ringing into existence with the reverberation of a hammer striking doom, it carried the heat of a forge that fashioned hot war and searing death, It came into being in the heart of a lost land, emerging from some strange place between that which is and that which seeks to be. It blew from the south, where snakes walked upright and spoke ancient words. Angry, it stank of ancient evil, echoing with long-forgotten prophecies. In a frenzy the wind spun, swirling out of the void, seeking a course; then it paused, then it blew northward.

The old nurse hummed a simple tune, one handed down from mother to daughter for generations, while she sewed. She paused to glance up from her needlework. Her two small charges lay sleeping, tiny faces serene while they dreamed their tiny dreams. Occasionally fingers would flex or lips would purse in sucking motions, then one or the other would return to quiescence. They were beautiful babies and would grow to be handsome lads, of this the nurse was certain. As men they would have only vague memories of the woman who sat with them this night, but for now they belonged as much to her as to their mother, who sat with her husband presiding over a state dinner. Then through the window a strange wind came, chilling her despite its heat. It carried a hint of alien and distorted dissonance in its sound, an evil tune barely perceived. The nurse shivered and looked toward the boys. They became restless, as if ready to wake crying. The nurse hurried to the window and closed the shutters, blocking out the strange and disquieting night air. For a moment it seemed all time held its breath, then, as if with a slight sigh, the breeze died away and the night was calm again. The nurse tightened her shawl about her shoulders and the babies stirred fitfully for another moment, before lapsing into a deep and quiet sleep.

In another room nearby, a young man worked over a list, struggling to put aside personal likes and dislikes as he decided who was to serve at a minor function the next day. It was a task he hated, but he did it well. Then the wind made the window curtains blow inward. Without thinking, the youngster was half out of his chair in a crouch, a dirk seeming to fly from his boot top to his hand, as a street-born sense of wariness signaled danger. Poised to fight, he stood with heart pounding for a long moment, as certain of a death struggle as he had ever been in his conflict-torn life. Seeing no one there, the young man slowly relaxed. The moment was lost. He shook his head in perplexity. An odd queasiness settled in the pit of his stomach as he slowly crossed to the window. For long, slowly passing minutes he gazed toward the north, into the night, where he knew the great mountains lay, and beyond, where an enemy of dark aspect waited. The young man's eyes narrowed as he stared into the gloom, as if seeking to catch a glimpse of some danger lurking out there. Then, as the last of the rage and fear fled, he returned to his task. But throughout the balance of the night he occasionally turned to look out the window.

Out in the city a group of revelers made their way through the streets, seeking another inn and more merry companions. The wind blew past them and they halted a moment, exchanging glances. One, a seasoned mercenary, began to walk again, then halted, considering something. With a sudden loss of interest in celebration, he bade his companions good night and returned to the palace where he had guested for almost a year.

The wind blew out to sea where a ship raced toward its home port after a long patrol. The captain, a tall old man with a scarred face and a white eye, paused as he was touched by the freshening wind. He was about to call for the sheets to be shortened when a strange chill passed through him. He looked over to his first mate, a pock-faced man who had been at his side for years. They exchanged glances, then the wind passed. The captain paused, gave the order to send men aloft, and, after another silent moment, shouted for extra lanterns to be lit against the suddenly oppressive gloom.

Farther to the north, the wind blew through the streets of a city, creating angry little dust swirls that danced a mad caper across the cobbles, skittering along like demented jesters. Within this city men from another world lived beside men born there. In the soldiers' commons of the garrison, a man from that other world wrestled one raised within a mile of where the match was taking place, with heavy wagering among those who watched. Each man had taken one fall and the third would decide the winner. The wind suddenly struck and the two opponents paused, looking about. Dust stung eyes and several seasoned veterans suppressed shudders. Without words the two opponents quit the match, and those who had placed wagers picked up their bets without protest. Silently those in the commons returned to their quarters, the festive mood of the contest having fled before the bitter wind.

The wind swept northward until it struck a forest where little apelike beings, gentle and shy, huddled in the branches, seeking a warmth that only close physical contact can provide. Below, on the floor of the forest, a man sat in meditative pose. His legs were crossed and he rested the backs of his wrists upon his knees, thumbs and forefingers forming circles that represent the Wheel of Life to which all creatures are bound. His eyes snapped open at the first caress of the darkling wind and he regarded the being who sat facing him. An old elf, showing but the faint signs of age native to his race, contemplated the human for a moment, seeing the unspoken question. He nodded his head slightly. The human picked up the two weapons that lay at his side. The long sword and halfsword he placed in his belt sash, and with only a gesture of farewell he was off, moving through the trees of the forest as he began his journey to the sea. There he would seek out another man, one who was also counted friend to the elves, and prepare for the final confrontation that would soon begin. As the warrior made his way toward the ocean the leaves rustled in the branches over his head.

In another forest, leaves also trembled, in sympathy with those troubled by the passing darkwind. Across an enormous gulf of stars, around a greenish yellow sun spun a hot planet. Upon that world, below the cap of ice at the north pole, lay a forest twin to that left behind by the traveling warrior. Deep within that second forest sat a circle of beings steeped in timeless lore. They wove magic. A soft, warm glow of light formed a sphere about them, as each sat upon the bare earth, richly colored robes unblemished by stain of soil. All eyes were closed, but each saw what he or she needed to see. One, ancient beyond the memory of the others, sat above the circle, suspended in air by the strength of the spell they all wove together. His white hair hung below his shoulders, held back by a simple wire of copper set with a single jade stone upon his forehead. His palms were held up and forward, and his eyes were fixed upon another, a black-robed human, who floated opposite him. That other rode the currents of arcane energy forming a matrix about him, sending his consciousness along those lines, mastering this alien magic. The black-robed one sat in mirror pose, his hands held palm out, but his eyes were closed as he learned. He mentally caressed the fabric of this ancient elven sorcery and felt the intertwined energies of every living thing in this forest, taken and lightly turned, never forced, toward the needs of the community. Thus the Spellweavers used their powers: gently, but persistently, spinning the fiber of these ever natural energies into a thread of magic that could be used. He touched the magic with his mind and he knew. He knew his powers were growing beyond human understanding, becoming godlike in comparison to what he had once thought were the limits of his talents. He had mastered much in the passing year, yet he knew there was much more to learn. Still, with his tutoring he now had the means to find other sources of knowledge. The secrets known to few but the greatest masters—to pass between worlds by strength of will, to move through time, and even to cheat death—he now understood were possible. And with that understanding, he knew he would someday discover the means of mastering those secrets. If he was granted enough time. And time was at a premium. The leaves of the trees echoed the rustle of the distant darkwind. The man in black set dark eyes upon the ancient being floating before him, as both withdrew their minds from the matrix. Speaking by the strength of mind, the man in black said, So soon, Acaila?

The other smiled, and pale blue eyes shone forth with a light of their own, a light which when first seen had startled the man in black. Now he knew that light came from a deep power beyond any he had known in any mortal save one other. But this was a different power, not the astonishing might of that other but the soothing, healing power of life, love, and serenity. This being was truly one with all around him. To gaze into those glowing eyes was to be made whole, and his smile was a comfort to see. But the thoughts that crossed the distance between the two as they gently floated earthward were troubled. It has been a year. It would have served us all had we more time, but time passes as it will, and it may be that you are ready. Then with a texture of thought the black-robed man had come to understand was humor, he added aloud, "But ready or unready, it is time."

The others rose as one and for a silent moment the black-clad one felt their minds join with his, in a final farewell. They were sending him back to where a struggle was under way, a struggle in which he was to play a vital part. But they were sending him with much more than he had possessed when he had come to them. He felt the last contact, and said, "Thank you. I will return to where I can travel quickly home." Without further words he closed his eyes, and vanished. Those in the circle were silent a moment, then each turned to undertake whatever task awaited him or her. In the branches the leaves remained restless and the echo of the darkwind was slow in fading.

The darkwind blew until it reached a ridge trail above a distant vale, where a band of men crouched in hiding. For a brief moment they faced the south, as if seeking the source of this oddly disturbing wind, then they returned to observing the plains below. The two closest to the edge had ridden long and hard in response to a report by an outriding patrol. Below, an army gathered under banners of ill aspect. The leader, a greying tall man with a black patch over his right eye, hunkered down below the ridge. "It's as bad as we feared," he said in hushed tones.

The other man, not as tall but stouter, scratched at a grey-shot black beard as he squatted beside his companion. "No, it's worse," he whispered. "By the number of campfires, there's one hell of a storm brewing down there."

The man with the eye patch sat silently for a long moment. "Well, we've somehow gained a year. I expected them to hit us last summer. It is well we prepared, for now they'll surely come." He moved in a crouch as he returned to where a tall, blond man held his horse. "Are you staying?"

The second man said, "Yes, I think I'll watch for a while. By seeing how many arrive and at what rate, I may hazard a good guess at how many he's bringing."

The leader mounted. The blond man said, "What matter? When he comes, he'll bring all he has."

"I just don't like surprises, I suppose."

"How long?" asked the first man.

"Two, three days at most, then it will get too crowded hereabouts."

"They're certain to have patrols out by now. Two days at the most." With a grim smile he said, "You're not much as company goes, but after two years I've grown used to having you around. Be careful."

The second man flashed a broad grin. "That cuts two ways. You've stung them enough for the last two years: they'd love to throw a net over you. It wouldn't do to have them show up at the city gates with your head on a battle pike."

The blond man said, "That will not happen." His open smile was in contrast to his tone, one of determination the other two knew well.

"Well, just see it doesn't. Now get along."

The company moved out, with one rider staying behind to accompany the stout man in his watch. After a long minute of observing, the stout man muttered softly, "What are you up to this time, you misbegotten son of a motherless whoremonger? Just what are you going to throw at us this summer, Mormandamus?"

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A Darkness at Sethanon (Magician: Apprentice Series #3) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 45 reviews.
Anonymous 4 months ago
Unrelenting Action. Descriptive and imaginative battles. Epic struggles between good and evil and enduring, rich characters, with layers of development that bring the characters to life in the minds of the reader. I have read every Feist novel involving Midkemia although this is one of my favorites. The book is great from the first page to the last and I find some new wrinkle everytime I reread this opus of fantasy.
Karlstar on LibraryThing 8 months ago
The conclusion to the original RIftwar Cycle. Book 4 if you count that Magician was split into two parts in the later paperback editions. Arutha, Pug and Thomas must find who's behind the attacks from Kelewan, now that they know it wasn't just the idea of the Kelewan Academy. They must also discover what this mysterious enemy wants, and prevent it. I really enjoyed this book, as it showed the heroes finally coming into their own, and the end of the senseless war between Midkemia and Kelewan. The ending involves some super powerful forces, maybe a bit too powerful for the previous scope of the books, but its still a satisfying conclusion to the series. This is a classic fantasy trilogy, and recommended reading for all fantasy fans.
BooksForDinner on LibraryThing 8 months ago
The final installment of the Riftwar Saga. Great, wonderful, exciting, etc... the whole 9 yards.
harpua on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Good finish to a pretty enjoyable series. The main series wraps up in a satisfying fashion, yet leaves a few things open ended to allow for further series and a universe rich enough that many other stories could arise. At the time that this series was written, it would have ranked up there with the top of fantasy epic stories. While still good, I'm not sure how well it would have fared if released today against the Jordans, Martins, and Ericksons who have taken epic fantasy too a whole new level. By all means read this series as it is quite enjoyable and all four (or three whichever edition you find) books are easy reads and worth the minimal effort.
puttocklibrary on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Although this series is a fairly typical fantasy story, it still manages to be engaging and interesting over multiple readings. A Darkness at Sethanon is still my favourite of the riftward saga; I love how this book builds all the previous events into a wonderful climax, while yet leaving some characters in a place of uncertainty--a situation perfectly leading to more stories told in the world.
nakmeister on LibraryThing 11 months ago
Third in the Riftwar saga after 'Magician' and 'Silverthorn'. Better than Silverthorn, it still can't be read as a standalone novel. It's the final book in the trilogy (sometimes referred to as book 4, as Magician was originally split into 2 parts in the US) although there are other books and other series' set in the same world with some of the same characters which can be read after it.Good, fun high fantasy with all the usual cliches but a whole lot more besides, told in a fun and enjoyable way.
readafew on LibraryThing 11 months ago
Book 3/4 of the Riftwar Saga (if Magician is 1 or 2 books). I read the Serpentwar Saga first and there were many things hinted at but I did not know the story behind until I read this book. Prince Arutha has his hands full with reports that the dark brothers are massing agian in the north to attack the Kingdom. The Black Hawks are back and trying even harder to end Aruthas reign. Jimmy the Hand stays close to do his best to prevent any regicide. It is discovered the plot is bigger than a Princes life, every life on the planet is in peril.
ragwaine on LibraryThing 11 months ago
So this one ends what started in -Silverthorn-. It keeps up the pace and is loaded with "impending doom". I could do without the time-travel and other dimensional stuff but I did like the overall background plotting. My biggest problem is that none of the characters really stick out with unique personalities other than Amos Trask. At times it gets hard to remember the differences between some of the characters.Overall this series was better than I thought it would be but I think it's time to move on to another author and another universe. I read too slow. But eventually I'll probably return to read the 5th book and it will bring back fond memories of the other books.
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