The Demon Apostle

by R. A. Salvatore

Overview

In book three of the DemonWars Saga, the war-weary citizens of the kingdom of Honce-the-Bear only wish to rebuild their broken lives after the demon dactyl and its foul minions are defeated yet the specter of civil war haunts the ravages land—and a specter more fearsome still.

The elf-trained ranger Elbryan Wynden presses north to reclaim the savage Timberlands from retreating goblin hordes. His companion Pony, mistress of gemstone magic, turns south to the civilized—but no less perilous—streets of Palmaris. Suddenly they find themselves caught up in a ruthless power struggle to decide the fate of all Corona—a struggle that will push their courage and love to the breaking point…and beyond. For the demon, though defeated, was not destroyed. And now its vengeful spirit has found an unholy sanctuary.

In book three of the DemonWars Saga, #1 New York Times bestselling author R. A. Salvatore concludes the first trilogy of the saga in what Publishers Weekly calls “Salvatore’s strongest fantasy to date…[His] potent mixture of detailed historical context, well-rounded characters, brisk pacing, and exciting battle scenes make for a consuming read.”

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781668018170
Publisher:	S&S/Saga Press
Publication date:	01/16/2024
Series:	DemonWars series , #3
Sold by:	SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:	eBook
Pages:	624
Sales rank:	26,872
File size:	7 MB

About the Author

As one of the fantasy genre’s most successful authors, R. A. Salvatore enjoys an ever-expanding and tremendously loyal following. His books regularly appear on The New York Times bestseller lists and have sold more than 30 million copies. Salvatore’s most recent original hardcover, The Two Swords, book three of The Hunter’s Blade Trilogy debuted at #1 on The Wall Street Journal bestseller list and at #4 on The New York Times bestseller list. His books have been translated into numerous foreign languages, including German, Italian, Finnish, Greek, Hungarian, Turkish, Croatian, Bulgarian, Yiddish, Spanish, Russian, Polish, Czech, and French.

Hometown:

Leominster, MA

Date of Birth:

January 20, 1959

Place of Birth:

Leominster, MA

Website:

http://www.rasalvatore.com/

Read an Excerpt

The room was dark, the curtains drawn, but the ranger could see the gray of the predawn sky around their lace-trimmed edges. Instinctively he reached behind him, seeking the comforting, warm feel of his lover's body, but she was not there.

Elbryan rolled over, surprised. Pony was not in the bed, nor even in the room, he realized as his eyes adjusted to the gloom. With a groan, for he was not accustomed to sleeping in any bed, let alone a soft one--and this one was especially pillowy, for the folk of the towns had given the ranger the finest bed in Caer Tinella--Elbryan rolled off the bed to his feet, straightened, and stretched. He went to the window, noting that Pony's fine sword was not beside his own. That did not alarm him, though; as he came more fully awake, he could guess easily enough where she was.

When he pulled aside the curtains, he found that it was later than he had believed. The sky was thick with gray clouds, but he could tell that the top half of the sun was already peeking over the horizon. And the days this time of year were shortest of all, for they were now in the month of Decambria, the twelfth and last, and the winter solstice was less than three weeks away.

A scan of the forest north of the town showed the ranger the expected firelight. He went through a series of slow, exaggerated movements then, sliding low to the floor then back up, arms wide stretching, as he limbered up his six-foot three-inch, two-hundred-and-ten-pound, muscular frame. Then he pulled on his clothes and cloak quickly, wanting to join his love, and took up the magnificent Tempest, his elven-forged sword, the sword of his uncle Mather, the emblem of his position asranger.

His room was on the northern edge of town, as he had requested, and so he saw few of the townsfolk as he rushed away--past a corral and the skeletal remnant of the barn he and Juraviel had burned on one escape from the monsters who had previously held Caer Tinella--and out into the forest.

A blanket of snow had settled thickly about the region only a week ago, but the weather had turned warmer since then. Now a low fog clung above the ground, blurring the trails, hiding the leafless branches. But the ranger knew the small, sheltered field he and Pony had chosen for their morning ritual: the elven sword dance, bi'nelle dasada.

He came upon her quietly, both not wanting to disturb her and also to glimpse her at the dance in its truest form.

And then he saw her and his heart was softened, and all his body felt warm.

She was naked, her feminine frame veiled only by the morning mists, her strong muscles glistening as they moved through the perfectly balanced interplay of bi'nelle dasada, weaving a wondrous dance of balance and motion. Elbryan could hardly believe how much he loved her, how much the sight of her thrilled and moved him. Her thick blond hair was longer now, reaching several inches below her shoulders and trailing her with every turn, as the sparkle of her blue eyes seemed to lead her. She held Defender, a fine, slender sword, its silverel blade shining in the dull morning light or sparkling suddenly with an orange flare whenever it caught the reflection of the campfire she had lit nearby.

The ranger crouched and continued to admire her, thinking it ironic, for it used to be Pony who spied on him at bi'nelle dasada in the days when she desired to learn the intricacies of the dance. How well she had studied! His admiration was twofold--one part of him impressed by the beauty of her movements, the level of harmony she had achieved in so short a time, and the other based in simple lust. He and Pony had not been intimate in several weeks, not since before the end of summer on the road to St.-Mere-Abelle to rescue Bradwarden, when she had unexpectedly broken their vow of abstinence and seduced him. Elbryan had tried to repeat that passionate scene several times since, but Pony had steadfastly refused. Looking at her now, he was nearly overwhelmed. Her allure was undeniable, the smoothness of her skin, the soft curves of her honed body, the movements of her hips, her legs, so shapely and strong. Elbryan could not imagine anyone more beautiful or enticing. He realized that he was breathing more heavil
y, that he was suddenly very warm--and though the day was not cold for the season, the air was surely not warm!

Embarrassed, feeling then that he was invading Pony's privacy, the ranger pushed the lustful thoughts from his mind and fell fully into the meditative calm afforded him by his years of discipline with the Touel'alfar. Soon he left Elbryan Wyndon behind, taking on the calm attitude of Nightbird, the warrior title given him by the elves.

He untied his cloak and let it fall to the ground, then quietly pulled off the rest of his clothing. Taking Tempest in hand, he walked from the brush. So deep in concentration was Pony that she did not notice his approach until he was within a stride of her. She turned to face him, startled, and did not match his smile with her own.

Her expression, jaw set firm and blue eyes blazing intently, caught Nightbird off guard. He was even more surprised when Pony moved suddenly, throwing her sword into the ground near his feet so forcefully that its tip dug inches into the hardened earth.

"I--I did not mean to disturb you," the ranger stammered, at a loss, for he and Pony had shared bi'nelle dasada for weeks, had sword-danced together since he had taught it to her, the two working as one that they might bring their fighting styles and movements into perfect harmony. Also, both of them had come to substitute the sword dance for a different form of intimacy, the one that they had agreed they could not now share.

Editorial Reviews

This extension (after The Demon Spirit) of the adventures of ranger Elbryan and his lover, Pony, may be Salvatore's strongest fantasy to date. Aided by his friends, the elf Juraviel and the sly centaur Bradwarden, Elbryan fights valiantly for the freedom of the northern lands of Honce-the-Bear--freedom from the schemes of the Abellican Church, the evil Dwarves and the royal authority of King Danube Brock Ursal. Meanwhile, Pony, who is carrying Elbryan's child, heads back south to Palmaris, which has come under the authority of the sinister sorcerer Bishop Marcalo De'Unnero. Pony is determined to avenge the death of her adoptive parents--even if doing so means risking her life, and her child's. Salvatore's potent mixture of detailed historical context, well-rounded characters (including secondary figures torn by conflicted loyalties to their church and state), brisk pacing and exciting battle scenes make for a consuming read. Author tour. (Mar.)

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly

In the belief that they have destroyed the demon Bestesbulzibar, Elbryan the ranger and his lover Jilsepone undertake separate journeys to bring peace to a troubled kingdom only to discover that their infernal foe has survived and taken refuge in the heart of the Abellican Church. Salvatore excels in worldbuilding and creating complex, introspective characters who triumph through wit and determination as well as skill in open combat. The prolific author of the Dark Elf trilogy and the Spearwielder's Tales brings his Demon Wars trilogy to a grim conclusion in a fantasy saga that foreshadows further tales of the land of Corona. A good choice for most fantasy collections.

Library Journal

Third part of Salvatore's trilogy following The Demon Awakens (1997) and The Demon Spirit (1998). It's round three of the struggle against the insidious demon dactyl, also known as Bestesbulzibar (you didn't really think he'd been killed in part two, now, did you?). As before, the resistance is led by the elf-trained ranger, Elbryan Wyndon, the vengeful mage Pony with her gemstone-magic, the wise old elf Juraviel, and other familiar characters. Finally this time the good guys realize that their enemies are clad in holy guise. Father Abbot Markwart, supported by Bishop De'Unnero and the gemstone-magic-powered Abellican monks, is convinced that he talks to God. No prizes for guessing who his real correspondent is, or what will happen to him.

Kirkus Reviews

An enthralling epic adventure.”—Terry Brooks

“Wild adventure, unique magic, stunning suspense, and forgettable characters.”—James Rollins, bestselling author of the Sigma Force series and The Starless Crown

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