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Overview
Starman is the third title in Sara Douglass's epic fantasy Wayfarer Redemption series. A sprawling tale of love and magic, enormous battles and true monsters
Axis is the StarMan of prophecy and legend, destined to lead the three races of his world to unite as one people. The people of his world all know the Prophecy of the Destroyer, despite the failed attempts of the Seneschal to suppress it in the name of the god Artor the Ploughman, and it predicts and dictates Axis's path through war and destruction to the creation of Tencendor.
The Prophecy foretold that Axis would defeat his half-brother and lay claim to the land that Tencendor will be created upon. The Prophecy told of the traitor in Axis's camp-Faraday's champion, Timozel.
And the Prophecy foretold many a choice that Axis must make in order to fulfill his destiny . . . but neglected to mention the choice between the beautiful and courageous Faraday, his late half-brother's wife, and the feisty and hauntingly enchanting Azhure.
To Faraday, he had pledged his love and a place by his side as ruler of Tencendor; to Azhure, he had given his children, his time, and his devotion.
His love for both women is what the last twist of the Prophecy relies on. While Azhure explores her newfound powers as an Icarii Enchantress, and Faraday replants the ancient forests of the Mother, the evil Gorgrael is plotting Axis's downfall, invading the sky with ice and terror and the flesh-hungry Gryphons. His most daring move is to follow prophecy, to taunt Axis with the pain of his beloved.
But which beloved woman will Gorgrael choose . . . and will she be the one whose death will distract Axis from saving the world?
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781429911498 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Tor Publishing Group |
| Publication date: | 01/20/2003 |
| Series: | Wayfarer Redemption Series , #3 |
| Sold by: | Macmillan |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 432 |
| Sales rank: | 630,937 |
| File size: | 820 KB |
About the Author
Sara Douglass was born in Penola, a small farming settlement in the south of Australia, in 1957. She spent her early years chasing (and being chased by) sheep and collecting snakes before her parents transported her to the city of Adelaideand the more genteel surroundings of Methodist Ladies College. Having graduated, Sara then became a nurse on her parents' urging (it was both feminine and genteel) and spent seventeen years planning and then effecting her escape.
That escape came in the form of a Ph.D. in early modern English history. Sara and nursing finally parted company after a lengthy time of bare tolerance, and she took up a position as senior lecturer in medieval European history at the Bendigo campus of the Victorian University of La Trobe. Finding the departmental politics of academic life as intolerable as the emotional rigours of nursing, Sara needed to find another escape.
This took the form of one of Sara's childhood loves - books and writing. Spending some years practising writing novels, HarperCollins Australia picked up one of Sara's novels, BattleAxe (published in North America as The Wayfarer Redemption), the first in the Tencendor series, and chose it as the lead book in their new fantasy line with immediate success. Since 1995 Sara has become Australia's leading fantasy author and one of its top novelists. Her books are now sold around the world.
Sara Douglass was born in Penola, a small farming settlement in the south of Australia, in 1957. She spent her early years chasing (and being chased by) sheep and collecting snakes before her parents transported her to the city of Adelaiden and the more genteel surroundings of Methodist Ladies College. Having graduated, Sara then became a nurse on her parents' urging (it was both feminine and genteel) and spent seventeen years planning and then effecting her escape.
That escape came in the form of a Ph.D. in early modern English history. Sara and nursing finally parted company after a lengthy time of bare tolerance, and she took up a position as senior lecturer in medieval European history at the Bendigo campus of the Victorian University of La Trobe. Finding the departmental politics of academic life as intolerable as the emotional rigors of nursing, Sara needed to find another escape.
This took the form of one of Sara's childhood loves - books and writing. After she spent some years practicing writing novels, HarperCollins Australia picked up one of Sara's novels, BattleAxe (published in North America as The Wayfarer Redemption), the first in the Tencendor series, and chose it as the lead book in their new fantasy line with immediate success. Since 1995 Sara has become Australia's leading fantasy author and one of its top novelists. Her books are now sold around the world.
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1.
The Day of Power
It was a long day, the day that Axis first tried to kill Azhure, then married her. It was a day filled with power, and thus power found it easy to wrap and manipulate people's lives. The power of the Enchantress — untested and, for the moment, uncontrolled — had dominated the morning. Now, as the Enchantress smiled and kissed her new husband, it lay quiescent, waiting.
But as the gate that had imprisoned Azhure's power and identity had shattered that day, so had other gates shattered, and so other powers moved — and not all of them were welcomed by the Prophecy.
As the Enchantress leaned back from her husband, accepting the warmth and love of her friends and family about her, so power walked the land of Tencendor.
It would be a long day.
Axis pulled the Enchantress' ring from the small secret pocket in his breeches. He held it up so that all in the room could see it, then he slid the ring onto the heart finger of Azhure's left hand. It fit perfectly, made only for this woman, only for this finger.
Welcome into the House of the Stars to stand by my side, Enchantress. May we walk together forever."
"Forever?" the GateKeeper said. "You and the Enchantress? For ever? As you wish, StarMan, as you wish."
She laughed, then, from one of the bowls on the table before her she lifted out two balls and studied them.
"Forever," she muttered, and placed them with the small group of seven sparkling balls at the very front of her table. The Greater. "Nine. Complete." "The Circle is complete! At last . . . at last!"
She fell silent, deep in thought. Her fingers trembled. Already he had one child, and more to follow. And then . . . the other.
She held a hand over one of the bowls again, dipped it sharply, and brought out four more balls. She dropped them into the pile of softly glowing golden balls which represented those who did not have to go through her Gate. The Lesser.
"Yet one more!" she said again, and a spasm of pain crossed her face. Her hand lifted slowly, shaking, then she snarled and snatched a dull black ball from the pile of those who refused to go through her Gate.
She hissed, for the GateKeeper loathed releasing a soul without exacting fair price. "Does that satisfy your promise, WolfStar? Does it?"
She dropped it with the other four on the pile of the Lesser.
"Enough," she said in relief. "It is done. Enough."
Faraday tightened the girth on the donkey and checked the saddlebags and panniers. She did not carry much with her: The bowl of enchanted wood that the silver pelt had given her so long ago; the green gown that the Mother had presented to her; some extra blankets, a pair of sturdy boots should the weather break; and a few spare clothes.
It was not much for a widowed Queen, thought Faraday, fighting to keep her emotions under control. Where were the retainers? The gilded carriage and the caparisoned horses? The company of two white donkeys was paltry considering what she had done for Axis and for Tencendor — and what she would yet do.
Carriages and horses? What did she need with those? All she needed, all she wanted, was the love of a man who did not love her.
She thought about Azhure and Caelum, envying the woman yet sharing her joy in her son. Well, she thought, no matter. I am mother to forty-two thousand souls. Surely their birthing will give me pain and joy enough.
The stables, as the rest of the palace of Carlon, were still and quiet. When she had left the Sentinels earlier Faraday had heard that the princes and commanders closest to Axis and Azhure had been called to the apartment where Faraday had left them.
"A wedding, I hope," Faraday murmured, and did not know whether to smile for Azhure's sake, or cry for her own.
Abruptly she took a deep breath and shook herself. She had her own role to play in the Prophecy and it would take her far from Carlon. Faraday could not wait to leave the palace and the city. There were no happy memories here. Even the recent eight days and nights she had spent at Axis' side had turned out to be nothing but a lie and a betrayal. It was their memory Faraday wanted to escape most of all.
Why had no one told her about Azhure? Everyone close to Axis — indeed, many distant from him — had known of his love for Azhure, yet none had thought to tell Faraday. Not even the Sentinels.
"You let me think that once Borneheld was dead then Axis would be mine," she had cried to the Sentinels. "All I had to comfort me during that frightful marriage was the thought that one day my efforts for the Prophecy would be rewarded with Axis' love, and yet that comfort was a lie."
Ogden and Veremund hung their heads in shame, and when Yr had stepped forward to comfort Faraday, she jerked away.
"Did you know?" Faraday had shouted at Jack. "Did you know from the very beginning that I would lose Axis?"
"None of us know all of the twists and turns of the Prophecy, sweet girl," Jack replied, his face unreadable.
Faraday had stared flatly at him, almost tasting the lie he'd mouthed.
She signed. Her meeting with the Sentinels had not gone well. She now regretted the harsh words she'd lashed at them before she'd stalked out the door. Ogden and Veremund had scurried after her, their cheeks streaked with tears, asking her where she was going. "Into Prophecy — where you have thrust me," Faraday had snapped.
"Then take our donkeys and their bags and panniers," they'd begged.
Faraday nodded curtly. "If you wish."
Then she had left them standing in the corridor, as much victims of the Prophecy as she was.
Now all she knew was that she had to go east and that, sooner or later, she would have to start the transfer of the seedlings from Ur's nursery in the Enchanted Woods beyond the Sacred Grove to this world.
Faraday gathered the leads of the placid donkeys and turned to the stable entrance. A heavily cloaked figure stood there, shrouded in shadows. Faraday jumped, her heart pounding.
"Faraday?" a soft voice asked, and she let out a breath in sheer relief. She'd thought that this dark figure might be the mysterious and eminently dangerous WolfStar.
"Embeth! What are you doing down here? Why are you cloaked so heavily?"
Embeth tugged back the hood. Her face was pale and drawn, her eyes showing the strain of sleepless nights.
"You're leaving, Faraday?"
Faraday stared at the woman, remembering how Embeth, like the Sentinels, had urged Faraday into her marriage with Borneheld. She also remembered that Embeth and Axis had been lovers for many years. Well could you dissuade me from Axis and urge me to Borneheld's bed, she thought sourly, when you had enjoyed Axis for so long.
But Faraday forced herself to remember that Embeth had been doing only what she thought best for a young girl untutored in the complexities of court intrigue. Embeth had no knowledge of prophecies or of the maelstrom that had, even then, caught so many of its victims into its swirling dark outer edges.
"Yes. There is no place for me here, Embeth. I travel east." She was deliberately vague, letting Embeth think she was traveling back to her family home in Skarabost.
Embeth's hands twisted in front of her. "What of you and Axis?"
Faraday stared unbelievingly at her before she realized that Embeth probably had no knowledge of the day's events.
"I leave Axis to his Lover, Embeth. I leave him to Azhure." Her voice was so soft that Embeth had to strain to hear it.
"Oh, Faraday," she said, hesitating only an instant before she stepped forward and hugged the woman tightly. "Faraday, I am sorry I did not tell you . . . about . . . well, about Azhure and her son. But I could not find the words, and after a few days I had convinced myself that you must have known. That Axis must have told you. But I saw your face yesterday when Axis acknowledged Azhure and named her son as his heir and I realized then that Axis kept his silence. That everyone had. Faraday, please forgive me."
Faraday finally broke down into the tears she had not allowed herself since that appalling moment at the ceremony when she had realized the depth of Axis' betrayal. She sobbed, and Embeth hugged her fiercely. For a few minutes the two women stood there in the dim stable, then Faraday pulled back and wiped her eyes, an unforced smile on her face.
"Thank you, Embeth. I needed that."
"If you are going east then you must be going past Tare," Embeth said. "Please, Faraday, let me come with you as far as Tare. There is no place here in Carlon for me any more. Timozel has gone, only the gods know where, my other two children are far distant — both married now — and I do not think either Axis or Azhure would feel comfortable at my continuing presence."
As mine, Faraday thought. Discarded lovers are always a source of some embarrassment.
"Judith still waits in Tare, and needs my company. And there are . . . other . . . reasons I should return home."
Faraday noted the older woman's hesitancy. "StarDrifter?" she asked.
"Yes," Embeth said after a moment's hesitation. "I was a fool to succumb to his well-practiced enticements, but the old comfortable world I knew had broken apart into so many pieces that I felt lost, lonely, unsure. He was an escape and I . . . I, as his son's former lover, was an irresistible challenge."
A wry grin crossed her face. "I fear I may have made a fool of myself, Faraday, and that thought hurts more than any other pain I have endured over the past months. StarDrifter only used me to sate his curiosity, he did not care for me. We did not even share the friendship that Axis and I did."
We have both been used and discarded by these damn SunSoar men, Faraday thought. "Well," she said, "as far as Tare you say? How long will it take you to pack?"
To her surprise Embeth actually laughed. "As long as it takes me to saddle a horse. I have no wish to go back inside the palace. I already wear a serviceable dress and good boots, and should I require anything else then I have gold pieces in the purse. We shall not want for food along the way."
Faraday smiled. "We would not have wanted for food in any case." She patted one of the saddlebags.
Embeth frowned in puzzlement at the flat and empty saddlebag, but Faraday only reached out a hand. "Come, let us both walk away from these SunSoar men. Let us find meaning for our lives elsewhere."
Copyright (c) 1996 Sara Douglass Enterprises Pty Ltd.
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