A vast dread lodged itself in her, shook her frail bones. Somewhere a boundary had been trespassed. The sense of alien intrusion was no less immediate and absolute than it would have been if Osobei had put his hand between her legs. But which boundary? She began making her way through the encampment, rising slightly on her toes as though that would really help her see better. Osobei fell into step beside her, his expression more curious than concerned. Then they heard the first scream. She broke into a stumbling run. The scream was immediately joined by others. They came from near the warriors’ gers. She smelled plenty of roasting meat, horse-sweat and qumis, but the rising scent of vampire blood quickly threatened to overwhelm them all. From the campfire protruded the lower half of someone Deverra was sure she should recognize. Qarakh stood in the center of a knot of his Cainite soldiers. Long earth-colored claws extended from the tips of his hands and also from his feet, shredding through his soft leather boots. As she watched, he bodily picked one Cainite up and threw him a good ten yards. Another he seized by the throat, then he snapped the man’s spine over his knee and began to drink lustily from the outstretched neck.
This book does a great job illustrating why the Tremere are regularly called Usurpers. In that regard, a lot of the action and pacing is more heady and intellectual than most of the books thus far. The clan spends the novel using their sorcery and intelligence to pay multiple sides against each other in the hopes that the Tremere becomes the vampiric superpower.
En azından son dövüşte epik bir çatışma beklerdim ama Etrius'un Jervais'ten en havalı anı çaldığı yetmedi bir de Deverra'yı nerfledi, diyecek söz yok Tremere olmak böyle bir şey.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.