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‘I-‘ The woman looked up at him for a moment then hunched protectively over the book. The wrapping had slipped a little, but still Jackdaw couldn’t make out the words on it. He thought it looked unremarkable, just a plain leatherbound work like the dozens in the monastery library. ‘It’s my treasure,’ the woman said finally.

‘Treasure and ashes,’ Venn said suddenly.

She looked up fearfully as Ilumene chuckled beside her and brushed her sleeve, raising another cloud of dust. She coughed and spluttered, but never let go of the book.

The phrase banged around the inside of Jackdaw’s head; had he heard it before? It sounded like the sort of hateful pronouncements Rojak had come out with from time to time; was this all still part of the minstrel’s final plan?

‘They were burned,’ she replied, holding out her fist. Jackdaw saw she was gripping a piece of scorched paper in it and he frowned: the cellar hadn’t been touched by fire, so why had a book been burned? ‘All burned except this one,’ she went on, ‘all but my treasure.’

Jackdaw’s stomach tightened into a knot. Abbot Doren had fled with the monastery’s books, as well as the Crystal Skull entrusted to their care. It looked as if the senile old bastard had tried to burn the books, as if they had been part of what they were after when the Skull of Ruling sat in his possession. He stopped. Had they?

Ilumene nodded as the woman opened her hand and let the remains inside flutter down to join the other ash at her feet. He cocked his head sideways so he could see the book’s cover and made a small sound of approval.

Jackdaw couldn’t stop himself this time. ‘This was all about a book?’ he asked, incredulous. He squinted at the cover himself, and this time made out an embossed symbol, partly obscured by the girl’s hand. There was a pair of entwined initials above it, a pair of Vs, maybe, indicating the book had belonged to a nobleman once.

‘This is no mere book,’ Ilumene said, answering the question, much to Jackdaw’s amazement. ‘This contains the writings of a madman.’

‘I betrayed my God for a book?’ he asked in a daze.

‘Indeed,’ Ilumene said with satisfaction, taking the lady’s hand and starting to lead her away from the cellar steps, ‘a book - or a journal, to be precise: the journal of Vorizh Vukotic’

Now Ilumene was finally talking, Jackdaw was determined to find out as much as he could. ‘The vampire? But he’s insane.’

‘Among other things,’ Ilumene conceded, ‘but does that not strike you as strange? He is a man cursed with sanity by Death himself, like his siblings, and yet, unlike his siblings, he goes insane. As a mage, tell me, what sort of power could overcome Death’s own curse?’

Jackdaw looked blank. ‘What power? I know none, bar Death’s own.’

‘There was a time,’ Venn said softly, ‘when creator and destroyer walked across the Land hand-in-hand, when they commanded the dust at their feet and the air above.’

‘Creator - you mean Life, Death’s bride? But she died at the Last Battle, and Aenaris was buried with her. Not even with her sword could the Queen of the Go-‘ Jackdaw stopped abruptly, a look of horror sweeping across his face. He gaped at Ilumene, who gave him a broad smile in return.

Clutching his hands to his chest, Jackdaw wheezed, ‘Death’s magic? Death’s own weapon? But Termin Mystt was broken during the battle, it was destroyed …’

‘Not exactly,’ Venn said, nodding towards the book as the woman, her eyes wide, clutched it even tighter. ‘Not at all, in fact, but history is written by the victors, who tell what they choose to tell.’

‘How can you, of all people, say that?’ Jackdaw asked, still shaking. ‘You were a Harlequin, a teller of the past - a teller of the truth!’

‘Exactly so,’ Venn replied, a nasty gleam in his eye, ‘and I tell you truthfully: Termin Mystt drove a Yeetatchen maid insane when she touched the hilt during a feast in Lord Death’s honour. The Key of Magic is so powerful that it will twist the mind of anyone who touches it - and that was what drove Vorizh Vukotic mad. He stole the sword in desperation, trying to undo the curse on his family.’

‘You’re hunting Termin Mystt,’ Jackdaw said dully, overwhelmed. ‘And this book will tell you where he hid it?’ A small spark of anger flared inside him and he pointed at the woman holding the book. ‘What about her? Are you going to kill her to take the book from her?’

The woman gave a whimper of fear and shrank from Ilumene.

Jackdaw waited, shivering, for Ilumene to smash his fist into the woman’s face, but the man from Narkang only laughed.

‘But of course not,’ Ilumene said gently to the woman, ‘not when you’re with child. I was sent to protect you both.’

‘A child? But how do you know?’

‘It has been foreseen,’ Venn intoned, ‘and when your child is born, you will gift him your treasure.’

‘Him? It’s a boy?’ she asked. ‘I wanted a girl… I think I had a little girl, once-‘

A boy,’ Ilumene said with certainty, ‘and one who will grow to be a prince. He will build you a palace of ivory.’ He smiled at her, his arm around her shoulder, and urged her to start walking.

Her steps hesitant, she passed Jackdaw, who was still frozen with shock.

‘A boy?’ he echoed hoarsely. ‘A prince?’ ‘A new dawn, a new Land,’ Ilumene called cheerfully over his shoulder.

‘Oh Gods,’ Jackdaw breathed as a cold presence swept over him.

‘Gods,’ said the shadow softly, ‘will soon have no place in this Land.’

Table of Contents

For Fiona, with all my love

Abbot Doren, head of an obscure island monastery, flees to the city of Scree with the apprentice Mayl. They are hiding from a murderous monk, Jackdaw, who has thrown in his lot with the shadow Azaer. Meanwhile King Emin of Narkang also sets out for Scree, lured by the prospect of hunting down the man who betrayed him for Azaer several years before.

Lord Isak, the new Lord of the Farlan, has left Narkang, determined to return home before news of his predecessor’s death encourages rebellion. He carries with him two Crystal Skulls, given to him by a sect within the Knights of the Temples who believe him to be the Saviour of Mankind, and, imprisoned in his mind, Aryn Bwr, the last king of the Elves, who had hoped to use Isak to return to life and continue his war against the Gods.

When they reach Farlan territory, Isak’s small party is ambushed by the Certinse family, which includes the new Duke of Lomin. Isak’s men are badly outnumbered, but they are saved by a religious sect called the Brethren of the Sacred Teachings, led by Suzerains Torl and Saroc and Chaplain Disten, the man who uncovered the Malich conspiracy.

During the battle Carel is badly injured and Isak realises there are others whose association with him is putting them in unnecessary danger. He dispatches the failed Harlequin, Mihn, and Morghien, the man of many spirits, to the Yeetatchen homeland, to fetch Xeliath, the white-eye girl who was crippled by a stroke when Isak’s fractured destiny was tied to her own. She too carries a Crystal Skull.

Isak is met by Ilumene, the man King Emin is hunting, and Ilumene, pretending still to be in the service of the king, encourages Isak’s presence in Scree. Isak initially ignores him and continues home, but he knows he will have business in Scree soon enough, as it is the nearest stronghold of the White Circle, the sisterhood who tried to enslave him in Narkang.

In Scree, the vampire Zhia Vukotic continues to masquerade as a member of the White Circle, and starts to develop a power base for herself there. She takes control of the sisterhood’s recently recruited mercenary armies in anticipation of a Farlan assault, while also knowingly taking a Farlan spy, Legana, under her wing. Further south, Kastan Styrax returns to Thotel, having killed Isak’s predecessor, Lord Bahl. Thanks to Azaer’s warning, he manages to put down a coup within his own ranks. Styrax also comes to an agreement with the highest-ranking Chetse general, paving the way for the recruitment of Chetse legions. During the battle he is contacted by Isherin Purn, a Menin necromancer in Scree, who has sensed an artefact of immense power appearing in the city. He requests help to secure it, but Styrax, preoccupied with his injured son, resists the temptation, instead sending only a few soldiers to scout the situation in his place.

Back in Scree, the novice Mayel and his criminal cousin discover that the strange theatre group who have taken residence there are not all they appear to be - especially the minstrel who leads them, Rojak. Isak has finally reached Tirah, where he is to receive the blessing of the Farlan chief religious council, and issues a summons to all Farlan ranking noblemen, before making plans to go to Scree himself. King Emin arrives in Scree with members of the Brotherhood, his band of agents, and one, Doranei, makes accidental contact with Zhia Vukotic, who takes a shine to him. Zhia has rebuffed Rojak’s advances at the theatre run by Azaer’s disciples just as her brother, Koezh Vukotic announces his presence in the city.

Kastan Styrax’s soldiers arrive in Scree and are met by Nai, the necromancer’s acolyte, only to be ambushed by King Emin, who has been tricked into believing one of the soldiers is Ilumene. Zhia, in her White Circle guise, arrives to keep the peace and takes Nai and two of the soldiers prisoner. By now tensions in the city are significantly raised: Siala, Scree’s ruler, has declared martial law, there is an unnatural summer heatwave, and there is growing resentment towards the Gods.

Isak arrives just as the madness on the streets increases a notch.

He saves Mayel from a blood-crazed mob, and a man is beaten to death for wearing what appears to be a priest’s robe. As he watches Ilumene forcing another man into the now-deserted Temple of Death.

Two separate armies arrives on Scree’s outskirts, while inside, the White Circle appears to have lost control of its mercenary forces. The Witch of Llehden and the Demi-God Fernal arrive in Scree and encounter Isak, and working together they realise that the new theatre at the city’s heart has been imbued with a spell that is increasing the tensions in the city and driving the natives to madness.

In the south, Lord Styrax has also been busy: he has double-crossed the daemon he’s been dealing with for several years, freeing himself of its influence, while finding the opportunity to demonstrate his peerless martial skills to the Chetse generals - and he ‘accidentally’ demolishes the great Temple of the Sun in Thotel, revealing the hiding place of one of the Crystal Skulls.