What do you think?
Rate this book


355 pages, Nook
First published January 1, 2000





The reaction was more violent than she had anticipated. The counterweight smashed right through the floorboards, knocking her backwards. The arm swung and toppled, taking the railing, part of the gallery, and a dozen yelling rivermen with it.
"I meant to do that," Maskelle muttered to herself, stumbling to her feet.
[...]
"So, there's no chance of just stopping and drowning here, say?"
"No, I think we'll keep moving for now and drown a little further up the road."
[...]
"I suppose attempts on the Throne happen more often in the Sintane?"
"The Holder Lord executed two brothers, a sister, and a cousin for trying to take the Markand Hold, just in the time I was there, and that was a slow year."
[...]
Maybe I'm too told for this, she thought. Too old for war, too mean-tempered for peace.
I don’t bargain with otherworld demons, the Adversary said as Maskelle felt it flow through her. I eat them.
Almost against her will, she added, "I receive the Ancestors' Will, when they have any, and translate it for others. In return, They allow me to manipulate the power of the Infinite." An enormous simplification of the process, but she didn't think he wanted an hours-long philosophy debate.
More silence. The disbelief was so thick it was practically dripping off the wagon. Finally, he said, "Are all the Koshan priests wizards?"
Ancestors help me, Maskelle swore under her breath, then gave in. "To some extent. But none of the others are like me."