Reaper's Gale
Dramatis Personae Prologue
The Emperor in Gold
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Layers of the Dead
Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Chapter 11 Chapter 12
Knuckles of the Soul
Chapter 13 Chapter 14
Chapter 15 Chapter 16
Chapter 17 Chapter 18
Reaper's Gale
Chapter 19 Chapter 20
Chapter 21 Chapter 22
Chapter 23 Chapter 24
Epilogue Pagination
Epigraph

Everywhere I looked I saw the signs of war upon the landscape. There the trees had crested the rise, despatching skirmishers down the slope to challenge the upstart low growth in the riverbed, which had been dry as bone until the breaking of the ice dams high in the mountains, where the savage sun had struck in unexpected ambush, a siege that breached the ancient barricades and unleashed torrents of water upon the lowlands.

And here, on this tuck and fold of bedrock, the old scars of glaciers were vanishing beneath advancing mosses, creeping and devouring colonies of lichen which were themselves locked in feuds with kin.

Ants flung bridges across cracks in the stone, the air above swirling with winged termites, dying in silence in the serrated jaws of rhinazan that swung and ducked as they evaded yet fiercer predators of the sky.

All these wars proclaim the truth of life, of existence itself. Now we must ask ourselves, are we to excuse all we do by citing such ancient and ubiquitous laws? Or can we proclaim our freedom of will by defying our natural urge to violence, domination and slaughter? Such were my thoughts – puerile and cynical – as I stood triumphant over the last man I had slain, his lifeblood a dwindling stream down the length of my sword-blade, whilst in my soul there surged such pleasure as to leave me trembling…
King Kilanbas in the Valley of Slate
Third Letheras Tide – the Wars of Conquest


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