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The Blade, Illusion, Flashed in the Dim Light... Naked, sword in hand, Tristen faced the window into the shadowed night and saw all the town of Henas'amef flared up in Lines. There were al the wards, all the magic of craftsmen and householders warding their own doors and walls; the common magic of parents and homekeepers and the pure trust of children...all these things Unfolded to him in that unworldly glow, block by block, house by house, outward toward the great defensive wall of Henas'amef itself, a bright blue Line often retraced and constantly tended. Something had challenged them But they held. For now, they held...
416 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1999
"I was Shaped, not born," he said bluntly, "and some say I'm Sihhë and some say I was Barrakêth. That may be. But I say my name is Tristen, and while I say so, not even a wizard's wish can turn me to any other creature."