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ISBNs: 978-0-316-38690-6 (trade paperback), 978-0-316-38691-3 (ebook)
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CONTENTS
COVER
TITLE PAGE
COPYRIGHT
DEDICATION
MAP OF MELDORIN ISLAND
MAP OF THE CONTINENT OF LAURALIN
MAP OF WESTERN LAURALIN
PART ONE: PURSUIT 1: NO ONE COULD HELP HER
2: HE WANTS HER DEAD, KARAN
3: I … HAD … A … BREAKDOWN!
4: SHE’S OUR BARGAINING PIECE
5: HE FELT NO HEARTBEAT
6: OUR EFFORTS WILL ULTIMATELY BE FUTILE
7: SABOTAGE!
8: BLACK LIPS AND RED TEETH
9: I DIDN’T LET HIM ESCAPE!
10: THEY WOULD CEASE TO EXIST
11: THEY’RE KILLING EVERYONE
12: I’M ASHAMED OF YOU, GIRL
13: I’LL DISPOSE OF THE SURPLUS
14: I’M AFRAID OF BEING CORRUPTED
15: THERE THEY ARE! TAKE THEM!
16: AND CARRIED HER AWAY
17: FROZEN IN A RED RICTUS
18: WHAT IF I REFUSE?
19: SHE LOOKS QUITE USELESS TO ME
20: GNASHING THEIR FANGS
21: COME CLOSER
22: YOU WILL LEARN RESPECT
23: THE SAME DISPLAY OF PERFECTION
24: USING IT TO ATTACK US
PART TWO: ALCHEMY 25: SUCCUMBING TO THE DARK SIDE
26: WHAT DID THE LIFE OF A CRIPPLED GIRL MATTER?
27: IDIOT! IMBECILE!
28: IF YOU’RE NOT GOING TO EAT ME
29: LIKE ALL OUR OTHER ENEMIES
30: THE LAST BREATH OF AN UNDEAD KILLER
31: WE CAME TO YOU IN FRIENDSHIP
32: YOUR EDUCATION HAS BEEN DEFICIENT
33: THE MOMENT IT GOES EXTINCT
34: WHY WOULD I BE INTERESTED IN LOVE?
35: WE WILL TELL YOU RULKE’S GREATEST SECRETS
36: I’LL FEED ON THEM TOO
37: YOU KILLED HER, DIDN’T YOU?
38: IT ACHES TO POSSESS
39: I SHOULD HANG YOU FROM THE PORTICO
40: CLAWS SCREECHING DOWN THE GLASS
41: YOU’LL BE RID OF ME SOON ENOUGH
42: HOW COULD I HAVE TRUSTED YOU?
43: I’VE GOT TO REDEEM MYSELF
44: TAKE HIM DOWNSTAIRS!
45: WHOSE BRILLIANT IDEA WAS THAT?
46: I’VE GOT TO HELP HIM
47: NO ONE IS SAFE FROM THEM
48: THE KILL-SPELL WILL GET YOU TOO
49: WE CAN’T WAIT TWO MONTHS
PART THREE: BATTLE 50: I’M BEING SENT TO GWINE?
51: DON’T MENTION THAT TRAITOR’S NAME
52: THE FLIMSIEST OF PLANS
53: FIND GERGRIG AND KILL HIM
54: LUCKY TO LAST TEN MINUTES
55: I’VE COME HERE TO DIE
56: YOU’RE GOING TO DIE
57: IT VANISHED
58: THEY LOVE DRINKING LIVES
59: SO WE’RE TRAPPED
60: THEY’RE KILLING MUMMY!
61: IT BARELY HURT AT ALL
62: A MUD-SHOVELLING HICK!
63: NO MAN CAN BEAT GERGRIG
64: BRING THE BLOOD TORUS
65: HE’S THE ONE!
66: I’VE SEEN MANY A WORSE DEATH
67: SMASH IT, DADDY!
68: YOU INSOLENT LITTLE PUP!
69: THEY’RE RAISING A NEW MAGIZ
70: THE GREATEST TREACHERY OF ALL
71: IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A DISASTER
72: GIVE THE NIVOL TO LLIAN
73: I CAN’T DO IT ON MY OWN
PART FOUR: REVELATION 74: YOU’VE GOT TO ADMIRE HER GALL
75: IS THERE NO END TO YOUR CUNNING?
76: ENJOY YOUR LAST MONTH!
77: ARE YOU GOING TO RETIRE?
78: MY PEOPLE WOULD FORBID IT
79: OUR FRIENDS DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT US
80: HAND YGGUR THE MIMEMULE
81: SHE’S ONLY MINUTES AWAY
82: NO ESCAPE SAVE IN DEATH
83: THE SEA MUST HAVE GONE DOWN
84: A MOST IMPERTINENT QUESTION
85: THE BLOCK ON THE STONE WOULD HAVE FAILED
GLOSSARY OF CHARACTERS, NAMES AND PLACES
GUIDE TO PRONUNCIATION
EXTRAS
MEET THE AUTHOR
A PREVIEW OF THE SHADOW OF WHAT WAS LOST
A PREVIEW OF SOUL OF THE WORLD
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
BY IAN IRVINE
ORBIT NEWSLETTER
To Simon
PART ONE
PURSUIT
1
NO ONE COULD HELP HER
“Gergrig wants the child,” said Yetchah, the weathered boards creaking as she moved around the circle of Whelm. Her dark eyes, touched by the firelight, blazed with longing. “If we give her to him, he will surely agree to be our master.”
Every hair stood up on Sulien’s head, and her throat went so tight that she could scarcely draw breath. The Whelm were going to betray her!
“Gergrig wants her dead!” grated Idlis. “And we swore to protect her with our lives.”
“You swore to protect her,” said Yetchah. “The rest of us vowed, after our incomparable master Rulke was slain, that we would do whatever it took to gain a master his equal.”
“Oh perfect master!” sighed the other eleven Whelm in the circle, and they raised their bony arms to the sky.
“The life of a nine-year-old girl is a small price to pay to gain such a master,” said Yetchah.
“We made Sulien into a little Whelm,” choked Idlis. “Would you send one of us, a child, to a cruel death by torture?”
For a moment Yetchah looked uneasy, then the ecstasy flooded back. “No outsider can ever be one of us,” she cried. “No one matters more than our new master.”
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br /> Sulien, crouching in the shadows, clenched her fists helplessly as they shuffled sideways in a ring around the fire. The crude stone fireplace was set on the boards of a long-abandoned village built on stilts at the centre of a chilly coastal lake. The flames roared shoulder high, the sole source of light on this winter night, but no warmth reached her. What could she do? Where could she go? The Whelm knew this cold southern land, which they called Salliban, and she did not.
She had lived in fear for months now; every day and every hour she kept watch for an enemy determined to see her dead. The attack could come through a mental link to burn out her mind, a blow from a stranger or poison slipped into her mug, and now from those who had sworn to protect her. Terror was crushing her; every day she felt smaller and weaker and a step closer to death.
“Yes, yes, yes!” they chanted.
Sulien had attempted a link to Karan many times, but it was as if her mother no longer existed. Had the Merdrun’s evil old magiz killed her? She choked back a sob. If she had, no one could help Sulien now. Not even Idlis, the strangest of all the Whelm, could defy their collective will.
He stood outside the circle, licking his flaking lips. He was trembling; he desperately wanted to join his people. How long before he betrayed her too?
Idlis and Yetchah had been at Sulien’s traumatic birth, and without them both mother and baby would have died. Sulien had often seen Yetchah gazing at her yearningly, as if she longed for a child of her own. Sulien had felt closer to her than any of the other Whelm, but this Yetchah was a cold, obsessed stranger.
Sulien backed away across the rough-sawn boards, which were weathered to a splintery grey. Everything was grey in this awful place: the wet sky, the crumbling huts and even the Whelm themselves. Their lips were the colour of dirty snow, their eyes as dead and dark as soot.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Yetchah cried ecstatically.
On the long journey south they had kept up the chanting for hours at a time, dully and listlessly. But two days ago, when Sulien made a despairing link to the magiz on the little world of Cinnabar, attacking her to try to save Karan’s life, everything had changed.
The magiz, a hideous enchanter, drank innocent lives to give herself the power to open the ancient Crimson Gate that would finally bring the Merdrun to Santhenar, the beautiful world they had long coveted. Sulien’s world. The mighty Merdrun army was unconquered in ten thousand years of warfare aimed at a single purpose—to escape the void and seize one of the real worlds for their own.
But Sulien’s link had revealed Gergrig, the greatest warrior and most ruthless leader in the void, to the Whelm. And they knew on sight that he was the perfect master they craved so desperately. They would do whatever it took to get him.
Now he was somewhere on Santhenar, for just minutes ago the magiz had succeeded in opening the Crimson Gate. This is the hour! Gergrig had roared as his army stormed the gate. And the Whelm had cried out their ecstasy.
Mummy? Sulien had sent desperately, over and again. Help!
But Karan had not answered. Sulien’s only chance was to run, though Salliban was a cold, wet wilderness and winter was underway. Without food, shelter or anyone to help her, how could she survive it?
“Yes, yes, yes!” cried the Whelm.
Sulien slipped away to the hut she shared with Idlis and Yetchah, and tied her bedroll to her pack. She stuffed in half a dozen bags of the gritty grey cereal the Whelm used to make their daily gruel and added her knife, metal cup and wooden spoon.
They were still chanting like a flock of evil crows. Some distance away, Idlis, a gaunt, tormented loner, shifted his weight from one bony foot to another and twisted his fingers together. His skin was so rough that Sulien could hear it rasping, and the breath hissed in and out of his tunnel-like nostrils.
As she slipped out through the door he turned her way and the firelight touched his eyes until they blazed red-black. She froze. He was looking right at her; even in the dimness of the abandoned village he must have seen her.
Sulien stared back at him, her small body rigid. You gave your word, she sent. You swore to protect me. She did not know if he could hear sendings; few people could. But the plea in her eyes was clear enough.
“Yes, yes, yes!” chanted the Whelm.
After an endless few seconds Idlis’s left hand gave a tiny jerk. Sulien interpreted it to mean that he would not stop her. She crept around the hut then, keeping to the band of shadow behind it, darted across the deck towards the walkway that led to the shore a quarter of a mile away.
Then stopped. If she used the walkway the Whelm would know where to look for her tracks. She turned and, heart pounding, felt her way across the southern side of the deck to the rickety ladder down to the lake.
As she went down the ice-crusted rungs, the cold came up through the soles of her worn boots. The surface of the lake had been frozen three inches thick when they arrived a week ago, though there had been a thaw since then and the ice was cracked and dotted with the Whelm’s square fishing holes. If she fell through she would freeze to death before she could get out.
Sulien slid one foot forwards, then the other, rasp, rasp, testing the ice with each step. The night was still. If the Whelm stopped chanting they would hear her.
She gained the shore, reached out, and her fingertips touched a steep moss-covered bank. It rained most days here, and the Whelm, who were brilliant, relentless hunters, would easily track her across the soft ground.
The lake, one of hundreds in this rain-drenched land, was surrounded by a coniferous rainforest of vast old trees, widely separated and hung with grey-green streamers of a plant Sulien had never seen before. Karan’s geography lessons had covered the frozen interior of the south, which was called Shazabba, but Sulien knew nothing about Salliban save that it was home to many kinds of beasts that would enjoy eating her.
She stepped up off the ice onto moss that sank two inches under her slight weight, though when she lifted her foot the moss sprang back again. Endless forest lay ahead but it was too dark to see the way. Arms outstretched, she turned her back on the gaunt figures encircling the fire and their cawing cries of “Yes, yes, yes!” and headed east towards the range of mountains she had seen from the ship on the way here. It felt safer than heading north along the coast, which was so indented with fjords that it might take ten miles of walking east and west to get one mile further north, closer to home.
Gergrig wanted her dead because, in her first nightmare about him, she had seen the Merdrun’s one fatal weakness, and as long as it lay buried in her mind they would kill her to protect it. The only way to save herself was to recover the nightmare and tell as many people as possible, but it had vanished like a dream on waking. She could not remember a thing and neither Karan nor anyone else had been able to recover it.
The ground was all hollows and humps here, and fallen trees often blocked her way. She kept stumbling into them in the darkness.
She reached the top of a small ridge and was standing there, icy hands in her pockets, wondering which way to go, when she heard a collective roar behind her. Her heart lurched; the Whelm knew she had bolted.
Sulien darted down the slope away from the lake. They were slow and awkward; she could outrun them for a little while. But the Whelm never gave up and they would get her in the end.
Thump!
A blow to the face and chest knocked her back onto the moss. She lay there, her forehead throbbing, tasting blood; she had bitten her lip. She sat up and probed forward along a mossy mound, and up. She had run into the trunk of a tree.
Sulien felt her way around it and tried to regain her bearings, but she could see nothing save an occasional luminous mushroom. Using her sensitive’s gift, which she did not understand, she sought the unnerving presence of the Whelm and found it some distance to her left.
She stretched out her arms, turned until the presence was directly behind her, in the west, then, her head aching and her heart as icy as her feet, headed east towards the u
nseen frozen mountains.
2
HE WANTS HER DEAD, KARAN
Karan looked down at her furious Aachim friends, forty feet below in the semi-dark clearing, and knew they would never forgive her.
“Stop!” Malien said in cold fury.
“Yggur, go!” Karan said hoarsely.
Yggur, who was seated behind a mushroom-shaped bulge rising from the floor of the sky ship, did not move. A crescent carved into the bulge at the height of his waist held three small levers, the left one topped with a knob of red, granular porphyry. The middle knob was the oily green of malachite, and the right one was black obsidian. Behind them a small rod, ending in a crystal of golden beryl, could be raised to add the buoyant and highly explosive gas, protium, to the airbag, or lowered to release it.
The cabin of the sky ship, which was twenty feet long and eight wide, was shaped like a dolphin. The inside walls were of honey-yellow resin, an oval window three feet across allowed a restricted view ahead, and there were three small oval windows on each side. Six rows of seats, two to each row, filled most of the cabin. The Aachim had fitted dozens of compartments into the remaining spaces, high and low. All were beautifully finished and every surface was decorated with intricate engravings of the strange plants, beasts and landscapes of their lost homeland, Aachan.
“The Merdrun have opened the Crimson Gate,” yelled Malien. “They’re invading and we don’t know where. We—need—my—sky ship!”
“Yggur, hurry!” said Karan.
Sickening guilt churned in her belly. It was the first aerial craft ever made and it would make a big difference to the war—but her need was desperate. She kept seeing the last image Sulien had sent—Yetchah’s eyes alight with longing.
Gergrig wants the child. If we give her to him, he will surely agree to be our master. Take her!
Karan had seen no more and could not contact Sulien. When Malien had unblocked Karan’s gift for the Secret Art, several hours earlier, she had not realised that it would cost her the ability to make links and sendings.
“Come down!” snapped Malien.
“The Whelm have seen the Merdrun,” said Karan. “They want Gergrig for their master and they’re planning to betray Sulien to seal the deal. And the moment he gets Sulien, he’ll kill her!”