Grudgebearer

Grudgebearer

by J.F. Lewis

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ISBN-13: 9781616149840
Publisher: Prometheus Books
Publication date: 09/02/2014
Series: GRUDGEBEARER TRILOGY Series
Pages: 415
Sales rank: 540,830
Product dimensions: 5.51(w) x 8.19(h) x 1.07(d)

About the Author

J.F. Lewis is the author of The Grudgebearer Trilogy and The Void City series. Jeremy is an internationally published author whose books have been translated into many languages. He doesn't eat people, but some of his characters do. After dark, he can usually be found typing into the wee hours of the morning while his wife, sons, and dog sleep soundly.

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Grudgebearer


By J. F. Lewis

Prometheus Books

Copyright © 2014 J. F. Lewis
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61614-985-7



CHAPTER 1

OATH BROKEN


A crack split the silence of six hundred years. Wood surrendered to iron followed by the steady golden light of a vow close to breaking. A globe of mystic flame hung pendulously in the air, a fist-sized bead like burning oil scattering the dark and casting jagged shadows of splintered wood along the interior of the long sealed chamber. The intruder caught a flash of metal, a gleam of red. He spied the half-seen outline of an armored boot. This had to be it. There was nowhere else to check. It had to be.

Crowbar and axe worked together: a symphony of opening and rending—the clarion call of discovery and doom. As the breach widened, light filled the stone chamber, banishing shadows and picking out spikes of color. Smears of crimson gleamed like the eyes of predatory animals lurking in the atramentous gloom as pair after pair of red crystals lit up within the ancient barracks. Five thousand pair, if the historical records were to be believed. Dolvek didn't think that they could be. The records had been kept by the Aern; who knew if they'd been accurate? The Aern were little more than animals, after all.

"Yes." Dolvek leaned forward, the tip of his pale nose twitching as he sniffed the air. "I think this room was the command barracks. Not that the Aern were kind enough to leave a map."

Suits of armor, like animal-headed statues, stood in even rows. Each loomed tall and imposing, a warpick at its side, each weapon a work of art. The stylized helms seemed to glare out at the prince, their gazes an accusation.

I half expect to hear them shouting "intruder, " he thought to himself. Though to call me an intruder anywhere in my own kingdom ... ha.

"No cobwebs, Prince Dolvek," said the squat man wielding the crowbar and wearing rough-spun workman's attire. He peered into the room, sweat standing out on his brow and running down his face in thin rivulets.

A larger man, bald and burly with a lantern jaw and a twitchy eye, made the sign of the Four Square in front of him with the head of the axe he held. "No dust neither." He chewed his lower lip and drew blood without noticing. "This is dangerous fruit, your highness. Red berries on dead lips, this is."

"You prove a positively poetic coward, Bran." The globe of fire drifted farther into the room, swelling to the size of a skull, illuminating the undecorated stone walls and floor, eliciting a startled gasp from the man with the crowbar. He dropped the length of iron, turned, and ran.

"Begging your pardon," Bran said as he lowered his axe and left it in the doorway. He backed out of the room, eyes locked with the gaze of the most prominent warsuit. "N-no-no disrespect."

"Idiots." Dolvek stepped fully into the chamber. The swish of his blue robes seemed to echo like a threat. A simple golden circlet adorned his brow in stark contrast to the raven tresses which touched his shoulders. "Empty armor can't harm you."

Even so, Prince Dolvek had to admit that, as the illumination grew even stronger, those archaic artifacts which had frightened his human workers proved an intimidating presence; the fearsome specimen directly in front of him in particular. Licking his lips in anticipation, Prince Dolvek smiled triumphantly.

"Bloodmane's armor," he mouthed, stepping closer.

I've found it!

More a work of art to the prince's eyes than an implement of war, the full suit of Aernese plate armor showed no sign of the centuries which had passed since its interment. Astonishing detail work covered its surface, yet as he traced the amber-colored lines with an outstretched finger, the metal felt smooth and unmarked.

Functional, too, then, he thought. Enameled in some way?

"I can see why the sight of you running into battle would strike fear into the hearts of those rutting lizards."

Not that anyone had been troubled by the Zaur for a hundred years despite how fervently General Wylant might argue to the contrary. She never had been the same after the defeat of the Aern at the Sundering. The shattering of the Life Forge had twisted Eldrennai magic itself. Who knew what it had done to Wylant, who had, according to all the records, been the one standing over it, the one whose weapon had unmade it? Dolvek could hear her voice in the back of his head.

"Build whatever exhibit you have in mind, majesty," she had argued, "but do not tamper with arms and armor of the Aern. If Kholster finds out you've so much as touched them—"

"Your concern is noted, General," Dolvek recalled saying. He couldn't remember if he'd even looked up at her. He didn't think so. The sight of her bald head offended him. "And your caution is appreciated. But the exhibit will be closed to the public ..."

The general had opened her mouth to say something, or he imagined she had, but he'd raised his voice and bulled on. "—and I see no reason any of the royals would ever send a tattletale message to any Aern, much less Kholster himself, or why Kholster would even deign to read such a message, if he, as you say, hates us so much and if, indeed, he can read."

"If?" Wylant's mouth had dropped open. "He. Can. Read? Highness, be reasonable. At least discuss it with King Grivek—"

If the Aern could read, Dolvek supposed Wylant would know. He'd heard that Wylant had been ... involved ... with the leader of the Aern back at the time of the Sundering. Ancient history, as far as Dolvek was concerned, since she'd fought on the side of her people. Still, her past history probably affected her present judgment. And she was, after all, a woman.

"Discuss the king's surprise present with the king, Wylant?" Dolvek had sighed. "No. Nor shall you. I forbid it. Thank you again for your diligence and desire to protect the kingdom and my royal person. You are dismissed."

She could strut about with her little cadre of malformed knights in their drab metal armor and their wretched elemental foci all she wanted as a precaution against the Zaur and the Aern and their supposed magical resistance ... but Dolvek felt forced to draw the line at Wylant's interference in affairs of state. She was an old general only and not of royal blood at all. What, he wondered, did his father see in her?

Smiling at the memory, Dolvek gestured, and the globe of fire floated closer, illuminating the armor more intently. If the breastplate was impressive, the helm was more so. Carved in the likeness of an irkanth, a horned lion—the so-called king of the Eldren Plains—its mane was crimson and unfaded, the crystals set into its eyes seeming to glow from within, its mouth gaping open in an angry roar. An obvious trick of the light. Magical flame does seem to favor dramatic touches, the prince thought. Perhaps I should have some plain candles brought in.

"Bran," Prince Dolvek called. "Get your men. I want to mark the ones I need moved to the royal museum for the special exhibit. And bring some candles." Bran did not answer.

"Oh, of all the superstitious—"

What did I expect? They are only humans, he reminded himself. Did I expect bravery and courage? Loyalty? Reliability? Yes. Well, I had hoped. I'll look around first and then hire some more humans in the square.

The globe of fire drifted after him, and he walked down the rows, marveling at the weapons of a different time. On either side he was greeted by row upon row of glowing crystal eyes set into the helms of the Aernese warsuits.

"Magnificent."


While Prince Dolvek's seemingly innocent actions doomed his people, the implement of their destruction was asleep at home, eyes closed and dreaming. His bunk, if one could call it such, was little more than a shelf of stone carved in the barrack wall of South Number Nine, the current capital of the Great Dwarven-Aernese Collective. The berth he occupied ran twenty-one hands long, seven hands deep, and another seven hands from the slab of one berth to the bunk above it. Dwarves often sighed at the sight. "Like bees in a hive," Glinfolgo was fond of saying.

Kholster smiled in his sleep, the grin lending a predatory cast to his features (even at rest) as it revealed the doubled upper and lower canines so distinctive to Aern.

The light caught him by surprise.

Eyes snapped open in the dark, jade irises shuttering into thin circles, bound by the black sclera of his eyes, as the amber pupils dilated wider to capture and enhance the available light, then narrowed to pinpoints as his vision wavered, registering the switch to thermal imaging—the base of his eyes growing cold. He felt the other Aern around him, waking wordlessly, making the same questing looks in the dark, searching for the source of the unexpected luminescence.

"Light?" he asked, his voiced clipped and professional.

"Not here," Vander answered.

"Where?" "Close your eyes," Vander instructed.

Trust an Overwatch like Vander to pick up on it first of all, while even the warsuits themselves are still confused. Kholster closed his eyes and frowned as the light returned and he saw a pale-skinned Oathbreaker peering down at Bloodmane, Kholster's warsuit.

Bloodmane, what's going on?

An Oathbreaker has unsealed the command barracks, rang a voice in Kholster's head.

Seeing through the eyes of his armor, Kholster saw Eyes of Vengeance, Vander's warsuit, standing across the hall, its helm fashioned in the likeness of a sea hawk, its hooked beak and fierce eyes ablaze with the light of candles being put in place by human workmen.

"What the hells are they up to?" Vander asked.

He said something about a museum exhibit, Bloodmane told Kholster.

A what?

An exhibit. Must I attack them?

Give me a moment. Kholster slid out of his berth and ran a hand across his face, the stubble rough under his fingertips. I like to take a candlemark or two to mull things over before committing genocide.

Of course.

Of course, Kholster snorted, hiding a grin. As if he'd asked for a few more moments to ponder the menu selection at one of those strange Hulsite eateries with all the options. He shook his head as he watched through Bloodmane's eyes the humans scurrying about their work in an effort to please their Eldrennai masters, but with exaggerated care, some of them apologizing directly to the warsuits each time they drew too close or feared they might bump up against one.

That was the right attitude, the one the Oathbreaker himself should have had. Kholster sneered at the fool giving orders when he came back into view. A human with a piece of colored chalk followed behind him making "x's" on the floor in front of warsuits the Oathbreaker indicated. The idiot had the stamp of Zillek and Grivek all over his face, the pale skin, the short ears with barely a point to them at all, and the dull black pupils of his eyes ... beady, like a rat dropping stuck in a mound of bird squirt.

"No, I said to mark the armor itself," the Oathbreaker hissed, "not the floor in front of it."

It didn't seem right to laugh, but Kholster marveled at how anyone, even an Oathbreaker prince, could be stupid enough to risk the wrath of the Aern over something as unimportant as—

A museum exhibit? he asked Bloodmane.

Yes.

On what? Do they have a new "beings-we-created-and-enslaved-and-thenalmost- got-killed-by-when-we-freed-them-by-breaking-an-oath" wing of the Royal Museum?

Bloodmane didn't answer.

Surprised by an inward sense of movement, like the phantom sway he often felt when sleeping on land after a time at sea, Kholster clutched the stone edge of his berth to steady himself. Bloodmane was in motion.

Closing his eyes again, Kholster was treated to a view of the ceiling as four humans carried Bloodmane out of the barracks as they might carry a wounded king on a stretcher between them.

"So they aren't moving our armor," Kholster muttered. "They're making humans do it."

"Can they do that?" Vander asked.

Kholster looked down the room and saw that same question echoed on the faces of the other ten Aern who shared this billet. More than that, though, he sensed a growing clamor of conversation going on among his Armored, the five thousand exiles he'd brought with him out of Port Ammond after the Sundering. After the Vael had negotiated a peace between the Aern and the Oathbreakers. Words filled his mind, the edge of conversations relayed from Aern to warsuit, warsuit to Aern.

Thousands of miles away, crystalline eyes flashed bright, then dim, then bright again as the warsuits relayed the chatter of Kholster's army.

"They are doing it," Kholster answered.

"But are you going to allow it?" Vander asked.

I don't know yet, he thought directly to Vander.

Bloodmane, he thought, addressing his warsuit. Tell the One Hundred to meet me at the Laundry.

Sir?

We're going to wash clothes and discuss this ... loophole.

Yes, Maker.

Kholster, old friend, Kholster thought back. We've been through this more times than one can count. Call me Kholster.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

PART ONE: THE AERN AS DEVOURERS,
Chapter 1: Oath Broken, 15,
Chapter 2: Eleven, 21,
Chapter 3: The Bridge Test, 24,
Chapter 4: The Laundry Council, 33,
Chapter 5: Wylant's Wisdom, 39,
Chapter 6: Old Soldiers, 42,
Chapter 7: Vael Not Vaelsilyn, 48,
Chapter 8: Aern Teasing, 57,
Chapter 9: God Speaker, 60,
Chapter 10: Harvester, 70,
Chapter 11: The Foresworn, 74,
Chapter 12: Wylant's Choice, 83,
Chapter 13: Better Off Dead, 89,
Chapter 14: Old Wyrm's Advice, 96,
Chapter 15: All Know, 100,
Chapter 16: Aiannai, 111,
PART TWO: THIRTEEN YEARS LATER,
Chapter 17: Testing Routes, 119,
Chapter 18: Liver, 127,
Chapter 19: Shore Leave, 136,
Chapter 20: General Tsan, 140,
Chapter 21: Sparing Caius, 144,
Chapter 22: Yavi's Road, 148,
Chapter 23: Dolvek's Folly, 157,
Chapter 24: Death in the Museum, 161,
Chapter 25: Entourage, 166,
Chapter 26: Blood and Black Powder, 175,
Chapter 27: Guild City Gates, 177,
Chapter 28: Wylant's Worries, 182,
Chapter 29: Xastix, 188,
Chapter 30: Collapse, 192,
Chapter 31: The Hundred-Year Oath, 196,
Chapter 32: No Sign of the Zaur, 200,
PART THREE: CALL TO WAR,
Chapter 33: Blood-Red Moon, 211,
Chapter 34: Battle Begins, 218,
Chapter 35: Guild City Good-Bye, 233,
Chapter 36: Crossing the Bridge, 240,
Chapter 37: The Bridge Race, 246,
Chapter 38: Midian, 256,
Chapter 39: The Garden of Divinity, 261,
Chapter 40: A Parting of Ways, 266,
Chapter 41: Age-Old Enemies, 283,
Chapter 42: Bow and Blade, 292,
Chapter 43: Figures in the Clouds, 298,
Chapter 44: The Three Races of Elves, 303,
Chapter 45: Unlikely Allies, 309,
PART FOUR: TRUE CONJUNCTION,
Chapter 46: Chains of the Zaur, 319,
Chapter 47: Harvester of Souls, 324,
Chapter 48: Captive, 331,
Chapter 49: Never Trust a Pirate, 334,
Chapter 50: 111 Met by Boomlight, 340,
Chapter 51: Homecoming, 344,
Chapter 52: Close Quarters, 352,
Chapter 53: The Battle of As You Please, 358,
Chapter 54: Peacemaker, 363,
Chapter 55: Empty Words, 367,
Chapter 56: Role Reversal, 371,
Chapter 57: War Stories, 376,
Chapter 58: A Hate That Burns Forever, 379,
Chapter 59: In Death All Oaths, 386,
Chapter 60: My Father, My Kholster, 388,
Chapter 61: Honor Thy Maker, 392,
Chapter 62: Changing of the Gods, 397,
Chapter 63: Where Lies the Harvester, 403,
Chapter 64: Sought, 406,
Acknowledgments, 413,
About the Author, 415,

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love how so much of this story can relate to similarities in real world, yet it is all fictional. There is a code of ethics or morals in here that I feel most people should benefit from and written in a way that encourages the reader to desire to be an Oathkeeper. I can easily see how young adult readers could become better people from the examples and lessons in this book in addition to the expanded vocabulary they will gain. I completely recommend Grudgebearer for the early teens and older.
StephanieTiner More than 1 year ago
The Aern were created by the Eldrennai, their main purpose was to battle the Zaur, a race of lizard-like beings who are resistant to Eldrennai magic. The Aern, warrior-slaves nearly impossible to kill, cannot break an oath without losing their connection to each other and becoming Forsworn. For thousands of years they fought for the Eldrennai, until the Sundering, when the Aern were freed. Now the three races - the Eldrennai, the Vael, and the Aern - must come together once every hundred years to reestablish a truce, which if broken would mean the death of the Eldrennai. Nearly six hundred years after the Aern went into exile, a foolish, young Eldrennai prince breaks the truce by removing some of the Aern armor. Kholster, leader of the Aern, bound by his oaths, must find a way to uphold them and protect his people. He travels with his daughter Rae’en to the hundred year conjunction while his troops prepare for battle against the Eldrennai. However, a new threat has arose and Kholster and Rae’en must find a way to overcome the past, battle the creatures they were created to destroy, and uphold the oaths they have made. This was a very interesting read, and nothing like I expected it to be. Full of multiple races, unique characters, intriguing settings, and a riveting storyline, this novel was captivating and mysterious. The characters in this novel are completely unique and unlike anything I have read before. The storyline focuses on a couple of characters from multiple races - the Aern, the Eldrennai, the Vael, the Zaur, the Dwarves, and the humans - and the conflicts between the races. Their past issues continue to emerge due to differences of opinion and the grudges they hold against one another. I found this novel to be more violent than I originally thought it would be. However, considering the hatred and the war looming before them, I probably should have expected it. I enjoyed this novel, and I was so shocked by the ending that I know I will be trying to read book two sooner rather than later. I would recommend this novel to fans of David Gemmell or George R. R. Martin. I won my copy of this novel from Goodreads Firstreads and have permission from the publishers at Pyr to use an image of the cover artwork featured above. stephanietiner.weebly.com
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
stargazing More than 1 year ago
This book is very different from Lewis' Void City series.  The Void City series was appealing with vampires and wherewolves but, in my opinion as a teach of 24 years, just not appropriate reading for teens.  Grudgebearer, though written at an adult level, as were similar books such as books written by Tolkien, is very appropriate for teens. With  well developed characters, particularly strong female characters, the adventure will be enjoyed by anyone in their teens to 99, who loves reading Tolkien style literature. In my mind, Kohlster as a role model for good parenting, is also a role model to teens. He embodies so many traits that I aspire to.   Thank you, Kohlster, for reafirming the need to watch how we say things. I'll tell the ones I love, when pushed for commitments, that I will try and not again use "I promise." Grudgebearer will be like Tolkien, enduring over time, and a book to be read again and again.