The Sun Sword

The Sun Sword

by Michelle West

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Overview

The final novel of the acclaimed Sun Sword series concludes the epic of a war-torn world of noble houses divided and demon lords unleashed...

The armies of Alesso di’Marente and Valedan kai di’Leonne are massing in the Terrean of Averda for the battle that will at last determine the rule of the Dominion. The Sun Sword is about to be delivered by Serra Diora to its “rightful” holder, Valedan, last surviving heir of the clan Leonne. But whether Valedan will be able to wield the sword, or—like the former kai el’Sol—will be consumed by its magic, remains to be seen.
 
The demon kin are gathering as well, and a dread spell is being worked which will—should it successfully reach completion—finally open the way for the Lord of Night to once again enter the mortal realm.
 
And though many of the truly powerful have gathered upon the field, the entire course of the future may ultimately rest in the hands, heart, and soul of one being, Kiriel di’Ashaf, daughter of the Lord of Night....

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101548967
Publisher: DAW
Publication date: 01/06/2004
Series: The Sun Sword , #6
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 832
Sales rank: 180,783
File size: 2 MB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Michelle West is the author of three interconnected series: The Sacred Hunt duology, the six-volume Sun Sword series, and The House War novels. She has published numerous short stories and fantasy novels under her maiden name, Michelle Sagara. She was a two-time nominee for the Campbell Award. She works part-time at BAKKA Books, one of Toronto’s larger bookstores, and writes a column for The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. She can be contacted via her website, michellesagara.com or on Twitter at @msagara.

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THE Terafin was ill.
In the quiet rise of sweeping halls, beneath the two-story height that gave even the most jaded of visitors pause, servants toiled in silence, spreading rumors behind the backs of carefully positioned hands.
In a manse such as House Terafin upon the Isle, those servants were as educated in their way as new merchants—but they were expected to be a great deal more publicly restrained. The Mistress of the Household staff had been forced to remind them of decorum on more than one occasion, and her perfect demeanor was beginning to fray.
Still, rumor traveled between the boys and girls that ran from the great, open halls to the hidden, secret ones, exchanging the width and breadth of wealth and power for the cramped turns and small windows of narrow stoneways in which servants were meant to move, unseen and unrecognized.
In those stone halls, words were louder, and whispers could easily be heard at a remove. But in those stone halls, none of the ATerafin proper journeyed, save those who had earned their name by literal service to the manse itself. They were not few in number.
And they were worried.
The boys and the girls, as they were often called, did their best both to avoid that worry and to mine it; they were curious, and if that curiosity was a morbid one, it was still theirs.
They were too young to have lived through the last House War.
But not too young to need to make a living; not too young to understand that a House War—if there was one—would leave many of the powerful and notable dead.
“Merry, why don’t you ask Carver if it’s true?” one such girl said to another, her hair peeking between the fringes of the starched cap they all wore.
Merry blushed, looking decidedly unsuited to her name. “What makes you think he’d tell me?”
The girl laughed. “He tells you other things,” she said with a broad wink. “And I know he’s come down to the servants’ hall at all hours when you’re off duty.”
“Well, he shouldn’t be here. Not now. He’s adviser to a member of the House Council.” She spoke in a quiet voice that was one part awkward pride and two parts fear. Because he was important now, and important people didn’t come here.
“He’s always done as he pleases,” her companion shot back.
“And he’s not here for the scenery. Well, not this scenery anyway. I don’t think The Terafin herself could stop him; Jewel ATerafin couldn’t even do that.”
Merry looked down at her hands; they’d balled into fists. She wasn’t a plain girl, but she wasn’t a raving beauty; she had very few illusions. But like many people who had few, she held dear the ones that she did have. Lila touched her arm gently. “Don’t you worry,” she said, relenting a little. “He’s not much one for fancy ladies.”
“I don’t want to get him in trouble.” It was both true and untrue.
A little more of her fear showed, changing the round and generous lines of her face. She pushed strands of dark hair up and into her cap, turning to look over her shoulder. The grand and expensive clocks that needed so much care and cleaning weren’t wasted on the servants; time was a matter of instinct, and hers, here, was drawing to a close.
“It’s not like he cares about trouble,” Lila added, and this time she frowned at the other two girls. “He’s going to keep coming here.
He’s more at home in these halls than he is in the grand ones.”
“He should,” Merry said at last. “He should care.”
“Just ask him, ’kay? We’re all dying to know!” the youngest of the girls said, dipping her face forward until her nose was almost touching Merry’s.
One of the boys slid between them in the narrow hall; Merry shrieked as he pinched her backside. He laughed; they all did.
And if it was nervous laughter, they were giddy enough not to recognize it.
Finch ATerafin stared at hands that were shaking with exhaustion; they lay against the kitchen table, pale palms hidden from the sun’s light. She had thrown the windows wide to let in the sea air; a faint tang of salt dusted lips that were a little too dry.
Morretz had taken the seat opposite her, and it creaked with the full force of his weight. His sleeves spread across the table like her hands, but they were turned out like flightless wings. Gone was the grace and effortless elegance that marked him; he was exhausted.
No, he was more than exhausted, but he had always been such a private, such a distant, man that his expression denied her any open display of concern.
And concern was there. He looked older.
“When did this happen?” Finch asked at last.
He looked up.
Before he could answer—if he intended to—the door slid open with a creak. Ellerson rose in an instant, moving with careful grace to catch the handle before it flew wide.
Teller slipped into the room as Ellerson closed the door. His eyes were dark, and beneath them, pale as bruises, the semicircles that told of sleep’s lack. He glanced at Morretz and then took a seat beside Finch. They huddled at one end of the table as if they were still children.
Ellerson cleared his throat, reminding them tactfully that they were not, in fact, any such thing.
Council members, Finch thought bitterly, did not huddle. She drew herself up to her full height.
But she didn’t let go of Teller’s hand.
“Three days ago,” Morretz said quietly. “She was . . . difficult to wake. Pale. Her pupils were distended.”
“Poison?”
Morretz smiled wearily. “If it were poison,” he said quietly, “we would know. She would not now be confined to her quarters. Understand, ATerafin, that she is not ill to the rest of the House.”
Finch decided, wisely, to let that one pass. She had heard rumors, of course; Carver brought them. But she’d listened carefully to these, because they were shorn of his usual cocky glee. She didn’t want to get the serving girls in trouble, and she also didn’t want to destroy one of the best sources of information the den had. “What does the rest of the House think?” she asked, buying time.
“They believe she has retreated to her library to better study the intricacies of sea law.”
“Sea law?”
Teller heaved a sigh that was altogether too much of a criticism.
“Finch, have you been sleeping?”
“Not much,” she shot back, and then, looking at his face, added meekly, “but probably more than you have. You look awful.”
His annoyance lapsed into a sheepish little smile. “Sorry. You’ve been studying the Menoran trade. I’ve been studying the sea trade. We do some business with the South via the Omaran, and there are—apparently—whole islands in the oceans to the east that have actual cities on them. We take things from the Empire and they give us . . . stuff.”
Ellerson cleared his throat again.
“Pearls,” Teller said grudgingly. “And herbs of some sort. Birds. Really odd things. Not many of our ships go there; there’s apparently some difficulty if you land on the wrong beach.”
Finch frowned. “What kind of difficulty?”
“Losing whole ships without any explanation kind of difficulty.” He shrugged. “We’re not the only House to send expeditions to the East. We’re one of three that have been successful. Where successful means someone has come back.”
Something about the sentence jogged her sluggish memory.
“Weren’t there some sort of piracy accusations leveled against the House?”
He nodded grimly. “We’re still not sure what that’s all about. But we’ve certainly had our difficulties. If it were up to me—”
Morretz raised a hand; light played quirkily along the closed line of his lips, lending his expression the patina of a smile.
“Uh, right. Sorry, Morretz.” He exhaled. “Besides the accusations—House Fennesar, I think, but it also involved Morriset—there have been really strange weather patterns fifty miles from the sea wall. Maybe a hundred.”
“Odd?”
“Storms, unseasonal storms. One of the Darias merchants said his ship—and it’s one of the great merchant boats that shouldn’t even be able to float by all accounts—was beached eight miles from our port.”
“Beached?”
He nodded.
“I don’t understand.”
“No one does. But he claims to have hit a sandbar. A great, wide, sandbar.”
“But . . .”
“Yes,” Teller said. “It’s in the middle of the ocean. There’s nothing there. No reefs, no nothing. Well, except for sand.”
She frowned.
“And that’s another thing: There were no dolphins. No whales. Almost no fish. Just the sand.” He shrugged. “It’s gone now. It lasted long enough to get the Magi there and back, so we know the captain wasn’t heavily into his cups.”
Morretz nodded. “There is some lively argument in the Council of The Ten in Avantari; it appears that the cost of the magi’s efforts, in this case, is not one that the Council wishes to underwrite.”
Finch snorted. “Is there any situation in which The Ten won’t chip away at Terafin?”
Ellerson raised a white brow.
“I guess not.”
“Terafin has long enjoyed the position of first among the Houses,” the domicis said stiffly. “And if the Kings are not subject to the whims of ambition and greed, the same cannot be said of those that rise to rule The Ten. Not even The Terafin herself is above using such ruses in order to maintain the prominence of her House.”
“Indeed,” Morretz added, unruffled by the rough manners of the two youngest members of the House Council. “And it is therefore entirely believable that she be unavailable at this time.”
“Has Alowan been to see her?”
A bronze brow rose. Finch flushed. “Sorry,” she muttered.
“He has been three times, Finch. It is difficult; to bring him to the library without the notice of the rest of the House requires much subtlety and the use of magic.”
Yours, she thought, but didn’t say it.
“And he hasn’t healed her?”
“Yes,” Morretz said quietly. “He has. Each of the three days. But he deals, he says, with the physical damage caused.”
“And the disease?”
“There is no disease.”
Silence again, uncomfortable now. Sharp.
“Ellerson,” Finch said, without looking up. “Go and get Daine.”
Ellerson bowed. “ATerafin,” he said quietly. She listened as he left her. But he left her in Morretz’ care, and Morretz was a man she trusted almost as much.
“How can there be no disease if she’s ill?”
“We don’t know.”
“But you ruled out poison. And anyway Alowan would know poison.”
“Over a hundred of them,” Morretz agreed genially. His eyes were black. She wondered at that; they were normally a much paler color.
Is this it? she thought, and something tight pinched her stomach. Is this how she dies? Is this how she deserts us? And she hated herself for the pettiness, the fear, of that thought.
“Is it magic?” she asked quietly.
“You must ask Sigurne Mellifas that question,” he said quietly.
“But you—”
“I am trained, and I have some small gift, but magic was not my calling. It was simply my talent.” The words were bitter. She heard the “if only” in them, and she reached out across the table to touch his hand.
He did not withdraw.
Teller said, “There is a plague that has taken hold of some ten of the hundred holdings.”
Morretz nodded.
“Is it—is it like this?”
“We are waiting upon that information now.” Calm reply. Finch didn’t ask who “we” was.
Instead she rose, almost blindly. Fear was thickening her tongue.
“I’ll go,” she told him quietly.
Morretz raised a brow. “Go?”
“Out,” she said, waving a hand toward the open window. “I have . . . duties in the Common.”
“You have duties at the Merchant Authority?”
She nodded grimly. “A desk’s worth of duties, and about ten pounds’ worth of red and blue wax. I’ll go.”
He nodded. “Thank you, ATerafin.” He knew, as well as she, that the visit to the Merchant Authority would hide many a destination. All roads in Averalaan, even those that led from the Isle, met in the Common.

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The Sun Sword (Sun Sword Series #6) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I came into this series late, discovering 'The Broken Crown' on the shelf, and I must admit I was first drawn to it because of the cover art. However, I was soon drawn into this story. The plot is complicated, but it is essentially at it's heart a story of dark pasts and the price of power. The characters are learning, often painfully, how to grow beyond, or because of their scars. The reader is a witness to the development of the characters. I wouldn't advise a reader to start this series without first reading 'Hunter's Oath' and 'Hunter's Death', also by Michelle West, which are prequals to the Sun Sword Series and can shed light on much that can be hard to follow in the following books. I eagerly await the next books. The author is correct in saying to end all of the threads in 'The Sun Sword' would have been impossible if quality was to be kept, there is just too much left to bring to a conclusion. The ending of a favorite series is always a little bittersweet for me, so I have to say I'm not disappointed there will be more to come.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This lady can write! And she can tell yarns with the best of them! What a great, colorful, action-packed, intrigue-filled story with great characters, numerous sub-plots & twists. And, again, very well written. If you love sf-fantasy, you have to love this. More, Michelle, more!
Guest More than 1 year ago
after reading the other reviews on this page, i had to write my own. this series is one of the best i've read. the characters are well written, the storyline intricate and it's all compellingly put together. a story this good will always have threads hanging as the characters seem to have real lives that go on! SUN SWORD brings the specific thread that started in BROKEN CROWN to an end and i was thrilled to learn that another thread will continue in HOUSE WARS. there's more to look forward to! i recommend reading all the books in order starting with the HUNTER duology, then BROKEN CROWN etc.
deety on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Don't hope for an end to the entire series. The plotline of Jewel's den and House Terafin is blatantly dropped, presumably to be picked up in another book (or probably series). The story in the south does reach a satisfying conclusion, but it seems really awkward having the den left hanging in the "final" book considering how large a part of the story they are in the rest of the novels. The only conclusion I can draw is that this series got away from West.
cissa on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I found this book to be a disappointment as the final book in this exceedingly long series. Despite this volume being nearly 1000 pages long, a number of plot threads were left completely hanging- including at least two to which a considerable amount of the preceding 5 novels had been devoted. Perhaps West is planning sequels. In any case, while a couple of the major plot threads were indeed resolved, enough were not that I was left feeling like I had just finished the world's longest and most convoluted shaggy dog story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What comes next? If you finished this series, be sure to read the House War series. It is the story of Jewel Markess, as a child, through becoming The Terafin, and beyond. Some of the characters of The Sun Sword series are in the House War series also.
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I am reading this series and really, really enjoy this author.BUT book number 2 and now book 6 are not available on ebook.This is really disappointing as book 6 leads into the House Wars series. I would recommend this author to anyone who likes science fiction.Love Jewel's character.
SM1234 More than 1 year ago
This series delivers right through to the end, consistently strong characterization and prose.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
One story ended(somewhat) but the rest continue. An apology was offered for the length of the series. The reason given: condensing it would have disappointed the readers. However I venture to say I'm not the only one who was left hanging. The characters are captivating even if some engender hate not love. But we need to know if that's all there is ???
Guest More than 1 year ago
Caveat Emptor (Buyer Beware!) Despite being promised that this book would be the conclusion of the Sun Sword series, there are so many threads left hanging that irritation is a major emotion felt by the end of the book! That said, it's a great read, and vital for the continuing of the story (one that begins with the Hunter's Oath duology, and continues into this Sun Sword series). I can only assume there is more to follow!
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you are expecting this book to be a conclusion to all of the storylines from the previous book you will be sorely disappointed. Without spoiling anything, I can just say that this is the weakest of any of the books written by Michelle West and the least satisfying. I can only hope that she will eventually write another book that will to finish the storylines that she started. I have to say, however, that I was very disappointed after reading this book, especially since she had promised to finish the series with book 5.