Black Sun Rising (The Coldfire Trilogy, Book 1)
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Over a millennium ago, Erna, a seismically active yet beautiful world was settled by colonists from far-distant Earth. But the seemingly habitable planet was fraught with perils no one could have foretold, and the colonists found themselves caught in a desperate battle for survival against the fae, a terrifying natural force with the power to prey upon the human mind itself, drawing forth a person's worst nightmare images or most treasured dreams and indiscriminately giving them life.
Twelve centuries after fate first stranded the colonists on Erna, mankind has achieved an uneasy stalemate, and human sorcerers manipulate the fae for their own profit, little realizing that demonic forces which feed upon such efforts are rapidly gaining in strength. Now, as the hordes of the dark fae multiply, four people—Priest, Adept, Apprentice, and Sorcerer—are about to be drawn inexorably together for a mission which will force them to confront an evil beyond their imagining, in a conflict which will put not only their own lives but the very fate of humankind in jeopardy...
tinkling of metal upon metal. A priest appeared, still shuffling through the key ring that depended from a gold chain around his neck. He bowed his obeisance to the Patriarch even as he managed to single out the key he wanted. Damien turned toward his Holiness— and saw a similar key cradled in his hand, its grip made of fine gold filigree, fragments of bloodstone set in a spiral pattern. Together, synchronized, they unlocked the heavy door. The Patriarch nodded for Damien to pass through, then
tide of the War turned against us." He looked at the priest, his eyes feline-green in the golden light. "God alone knows what happened to the rest of it. This is all that remains." He turned the flask gently, and shards of light coursed the room. Eyes still fixed on it, he said quietly, "Your Order wasn't founded to provide nursemaids for fledgling sorcerors, Reverend Vryce. It exists because violent times sometimes require violent acts. And because a single man can sometimes succeed where an
When the door had shut securely behind the woman, Gerald Tarrant reached out to touch the boy, one slender finger resting against the skin of his forehead. Slowly, layer by layer, the barrier that he had parted restored itself. Slowly the gaping blackness that was inside the boy became less and less visible, until even Damien's strongest Knowing could no longer make it out. Deep blue lines began to radiate from the adept's fingertip, like blood that had been starved of oxygen. Damien watched as
Black Sun Rising Silently she stepped to the edge of the pier, her soft leather boots making no sound. For a moment he was close enough to see her face in detail— and it seemed that the golden surface was not skin, but close-lying fur. He shivered. Then she was past him, stepping into the boat. Tobi looked to where the xandu was waiting— and found it already beside him, ready to board. After a moment he stepped aside and let it do so. Heart pounding— head spinning with thoughts of fame and
something that drives the breath from his body in a sudden burst of pain, until he reels from the force of it and falls— his head striking hard against the ground, or is it the roof?— his senses caving in one by one as the ebony sun fades, the whole of his Vision fades…. *** 171 Black Sun Rising Light. Real light. Moonlight, falling across the tarpaper roof. Senzei moaned, turning away from it. Searching for shadows. Anywhere. Then, slowly, other things came into focus. People. Ciani's beloved