The Kivattar Bridge (Book Four of The Kivattar Bridge)
Book Four starts in Suntoren where all the Kivattar have gathered to point the young group towards their next step on the Kivattar path. The Guardians must each choose their successors, while Caldar has finally to fulfil his role as the Perram and find the true direction for his group. They have reached the stage where the older Kivattar can no longer help them. They are on their own.
Caldar sets off on his ‘road to nowhere’. Any contact with the others will put him off the scent, so he goes alone, while the three Guardians and Herao race to the Empire where Shkosta is facing a showdown with the Terrechar. After that Rasscu stays to help Shkosta while the others take ship across the world to the Quezma Republic.
The Republic is in turmoil. The civil war has started and the authorities, controlled by the Spinners, are using it as a cover for ethnic cleansing on a huge scale. Berin seeks out his old teacher Fnap, who confirms that the only people who can resist the Spinners are the ‘extinct’ Quezmas. The Spinners are aware of this and are doing their best to seek out and destroy the last remnant of these people.
Suddenly the call comes from the Kivattar. Caldar is close to his goal and all the Guardians need to gather to help him. Rasscu has to leave Shkosta dangerously vulnerable. In the Republic Herao stays with the two young Quezmas they have found, while Berin and Tariska race back to the rendez-vous.
Caldar has travelled a very long way and found the ultimate power behind all their enemies. A titanic struggle ensues between this entity and the Guardians until it is at last resolved by Caldar with the help of the Qihal. The final explosion of force reveals the unexpected secret of the Kivattar path and sends a shock wave of change across the world.
The young group gather again in Suntoren and try to make sense of what has happened. The Talismans have gone and Caldar finds it impossible to put what he has seen into words. Idressin answers their call for help and comes to explain the meaning of the Kivattar Bridge and what the future holds for them.
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About the Author
Peter Hutchinson: Bio As a young child I was at school in the Himalayas, before returning to England during the Second World War. From an early age I was fascinated by mountains and spent as much time as possible among them during school, army, and then university years. This passion for climbing led to a career designing and making specialist outdoor equipment for some of the world’s greatest explorers and mountaineers including Sir Ranulph Fiennes and Sir Chris Bonington. I started from scratch as a one-man business in the early 1960’s and I am still actively working in the same field at 77, designing clothing and sleeping bags for extreme high altitude and polar ventures. The Kivattar Bridge began as a tale for my children back in 1976. Before long it took on a life of its own and I knew I couldn’t stop until the whole story was finished. It has taken countless hours of writing and revision over 38 years, and now at last, unbelievably, it is done. All four books, written and published. It is a long story. Adventure, travel , discovery, all the usual ingredients, but quirky enough to fall outside the mainstream. I only hope that there are some readers who have gained as much enjoyment from it as I did from the writing. I am a slow writer and looking back I find it hard to see where I found the time. But despite the late nights and a staggering ‘café cost’ along the way it has always been a stimulating counterpoint to a busy working life. Both hard grind and pleasure, a mix familiar to most writers I guess. On balance an experience of real worth to me, made possible by the love and tolerance of my constant companion throughout the long journey, my wife. I should also mention that the covers of my books are being created for me by my son Peter: fitting perhaps, seeing that the story was started all those years ago for him and my daughter Ruth. There are many other people I should thank, so many that I won’t attempt to name any of them. Once begun, the list would never end. I am indebted to them all. Peter Hutchinson December 2014