Treason Keep (Hythrun Chronicles, Band 2) - Hardcover

Fallon, Jennifer

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0765309874 ISBN 13: 9780765309877

Verlag: Tor Books, 2004

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In a sequel to Medalon, a mortally wounded R'shiel seeks the healing powers of the believed-extinct magical Harshini, while Tarja and the Defenders consider an alliance with a long-time adversary in order to protect themselves against Karien invaders. 75,000 first printing.

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The ninth child in a family of 13 girls, Jennifer Fallon was born in a suburb of Melbourne, Australia. After living in various areas of Australia, including Canberra, Darwin, and a remote mining settlement, Fallon settled in the Northern Territory in 1980. She has two daughters and a son. She has had 32 foster children and friends refer to her home as "the ashram" due to the large number of stray teenagers that still inhabit her house at irregular intervals.

Fallon has worked as a youth worker, a store detective, shop assistant, an advertising sales rep and executive secretary, among other things. She has managed two hire car companies, an ISP, and a video shop, as well as founding the Anzac Hill Gymnastics Club in 1991. She is a member of the Business & Professional Women's Association and is often in demand as a guest speaker.

Fallon started writing when she was about 14. Her mother, who died when Fallon was 13, was an aspiring children's writer who encouraged her daughter to write. She started writing fantasy in 1990 when she decided she would be better off writing something for herself, rather than trying to please everyone else. In 1995, Jennifer vowed to either get published by the year 2000 or give up writing and get a real job. Her first novel, Medalon, was released in Australia in August 2000 and hit the bestseller list the first week it was released, as well as being shortlisted for the 2000 Aurealis Awards as the best Fantasy novel.

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Praise for Treason Keep:
"Fantasy readers in the U.S. will welcome Jennifer Fallon, Australia's latest export."--Jacqueline Carey

"Jennifer Fallon structures her novels to capture the reader from the opening paragraph and you can only break from her grasp when you reach the final page. I recommend Treason Keep."--Altair

"Following up on the success of her debut novel Medalon, Australian author Jennifer Fallon is back with the second installment of her rousing Demon Child Trilogy. There's more action and a rash of political shenanigans in Treason Keep, but it's the warmth and humanity of her characters that will keep you reading."--TV Week (Australia)

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TREASON KEEP

PART ONE

 

 

POLITICS AND POWER GAMES

CHAPTER 1

It took a conscious effort of will for Brak to take the final step across the threshold of Sanctuary. The gates stood wide open, tall and impossibly white in the thin, chill mountain air. Sanctuary's tall spires reached elegantly for the scudding clouds, shadowing the Gateway and offering him one last moment of anonymity.

He had turned his back on this place more than two decades ago and, despite the loneliness, the guilt, and the hunger for his own kind, he still found it harder than he thought possible to return.

He was not unexpected. That would have been too much to hope for. As he trekked through the mountains he had clung to the idle hope that the demons would not betray his approach. It was the reason he had come on foot--this journey of months could have been accomplished in hours had he asked the demons for help.

As he contemplated that final, irrevocable step, a figure appeared on the other side of the Gateway. Tall, white-robed and smiling, Jerandenan had been the Gatekeeper for as long as Brak could remember--and that was almost a millennium. The Harshini's totally black eyes were moist, and his whole being radiated the warmth of his welcome.

The Gatekeeper opened his arms wide. "Welcome home, Brakandaran."

Still Brak hesitated. "You remember me then?"

Jerandenan laughed softly. "I remember every soul who has entered my Gate, as well you know. And you, more than most, I would not forget. Come, Brakandaran. Your family awaits you. The demons miss you, and ..." TheGatekeeper's voice trailed off with a shrug, and he smiled that infuriating, calm smile that was already beginning to annoy Brak. And he had not even crossed Sanctuary's threshold yet.

"And Korandellan wants to see me?" Brak guessed.

Jerandenan nodded. "Did you expect anything less from your King?"

Before Brak could answer, several gray missiles launched at him through the tingling barrier of the Gateway. The demons jumped on him gleefully, chattering to each other incomprehensibly, so delighted by his return that they almost knocked him off his feet. He recognized a few of the creatures as he tried to shake free of them, but there were youngsters in the group he did not know. They knew him, though. His blood called to them more clearly than any words were capable of.

Jerandenan smiled indulgently as the demons pushed and pulled Brak until he was through the Gateway, ignoring both his protests and his greetings, which he seemed to be handing out in equal measure.

"You can deny yourself, Brak, but you cannot deny the brethren. They are as glad to see you as we all are."

Brak frowned, and peeled a little demon from around his neck who was hugging him so tightly he could barely breathe. No sooner had he removed one, than another tried to take its place. He pushed it away sternly.

"Begone!"

The demons fell back at his sharp tone, looking mightily offended. He immediately felt guilty for being so abrupt, a fact which the demons were probably counting on. At the first sign of his resolve wavering they were on him again, although this time they gave him room to breathe. Brak turned to Jerandenan helplessly.

"And you wonder why I haven't been back in more than twenty years."

"You are as hungry for the demons as they are for you, Brakandaran," the Gatekeeper said with an indulgent smile. "Don't deny them, or us, the joy of your return."

By the time Brak had disentangled himself from the demons a second time, other white robed figures had appeared, attracted to the Gateway by the unusual commotion. The Harshini rarely, if ever, left Sanctuary these days--not since the Sisterhood had come to power two centuries ago--and few had entered the magical Gateway in that time. The Keep was outside of normal time and space, in a dimension uniquely its own. No one but a Harshini, or those born within the walls of Sanctuary, could find it when it was warded.

The curious arrived first, to see what all the fuss was about, wandering toward the Gateway with a leisurely stride. Behind those came others, some at a run. These Harshini were té Cam, his family, alerted by the demons' joy at the return of their lost cousin.

He almost fled at that point. Seeing the faces of his family made him shrivel up a little inside. They had done nothing but try to make him feel as if he belonged here; and he had repaid their kindness with blood ... this shame, this unbearable remorse, was the reason he had never come home.

"Brakandaran!"

A fair-haired woman pushed through the crowd and ran to him, twisting the knife of his guilt even harder into his soul.

"Samaranan."

She stopped a few paces from him and examined him with a critical eye.

"You're too thin."

Brak was expecting almost anything but that. Trust Samaranan to say the one thing guaranteed to ease his tension. He smiled at her blunt criticism.

"I've been living on nothing but ..." he stopped himself before he could upset the Harshini with his carnivorous diet. "I've been living off the land. It's a long walk."

"It was also an unnecessary one," she scolded. "The demons would have brought you home. All you had to do was ask."

"I like walking."

"Actually, I think you like suffering. But you got here. Finally. Welcome home, brother." She hugged him tightly, pushing demons out of the way to reach him. He had almost forgotten how forgiving the Harshini were--how incapable of anger or resentment. His elder half-sister did not seem to care that he had not contacted her for two decades. Nor did she seem to hold against him the crime that had driven him from this place. "Come, you must pay your respects to Korandellan. He knew you would come."

Brak nodded, but did not bother to add that the King had left him little choice in the matter. Samaranan took his hand and led him forward, the demons skipping in his wake. The Harshini parted for them, some simply smiling their welcome, others nodding to him with genuine pleasure at his return. Some even reached out to touch his travel-stained clothes, to assure themselves that he was real. Brak tried to return the warmth of their welcome, but his guilt and his human blood, as always, made him feel like an outsider.

Sanctuary was like no other place on this world, and at first glance, seemed unchanged since Brak had last walked these halls. The Harshini settlement sat within a valley; the Keep tunnelled into the hills, its broad, open archways looking down to the valley floor. The air was sweet and moist from the constant mist created by the rainbow-tinted cascade that supplied the settlement with water and tumbled down toward the pool on the western edge of the valley. Although autumn was beginning to turn the mountains red, here in Sanctuary the temperature never varied a great deal. The God of Storms was solicitous of Harshini comfort.

The long, tiled walkways echoed his booted footsteps as Samaranan led Brak toward Korandellan's apartments. Everywhere they went people turned and waved to him, delighted to see him. It was as though he brought them hope rather than pain, and the reaction puzzled him a little. It was true that the Harshini were incapable of anger or violence, but even that could not explain their obvious joy. Many of them would have been glad to see the back of him, hethought. Then another thought occurred to him as he realized what else seemed strange.

"Where are the children?"

"There are none, Brak."

"Why?"

Samaranan slowed her pace and glanced at him. "It's the...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Tor Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2004
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0765309874
• ISBN 13: 9780765309877
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Auflage: 1
• Anzahl der Seiten: 492
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