Some Things Must Never Be Forgotten
Over 400 years ago, twelve great warriors united the beleaguered armies of men and scoured the war-torn lands of evil, pushing the enemy back into the underground pits and caverns from whence they came. To ensure their legacy, each of the Twelve founded fortress monasteries to impart their unique knowledge of war and politics to a select few, the Knights of the Twelve.
But now the last of the Twelve have long since passed from history to legend and the Knights, their numbers dwindling, are harbouring a dark and terrible secret that must be protected at all costs.
Merad Reed has spent half his life guarding a great crater known as the Pit, yearning for some escape from the bleak monotony. Then the arrival of Aldarin, one of the few remaining Knights of the Twelve, sets off a chain of cataclysmic events that will change Reed forever.
To the north, Jelaïa del Arelium, heiress to the richest of the nine Baronies, must learn to navigate the swirling political currents of her father’s court if she hopes one day to take his place. But the flickering flames of ambition hide the shadow of an even greater threat.
And deep within the earth, something is stirring.
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“Fear. Insidious and tenacious. It worms its way into the body of a man and wraps its cold tendrils around his slowly-beating heart. And what do we fear above all else? Is it the shadow by the door? The cry for help we hear in the night? The whispered echoes that keep us from sleep? No, our greatest fear is what we cannot comprehend, what we do not understand. The fear of the unknown.”
Brachyura, Fourth of the Twelve, 12 AT
The wind came screaming up from the Pit like a demon and rolled in chilling waves over the crumbling stone battlements and down into the plains below. Flames flickered in large wrought-iron lanterns hanging from metal poles at intervals along the wall, casting strange shadows across the faces of the Old Guard manning their posts. With a resounding crack, one of the poles was torn free and fell spinning into the Pit, the light from the lantern dwindling to a spark before disappearing from sight.
“Damn,” mumbled Reed.
He had been standing only a few feet away and a small chip of stone had hit his cheek when the metal rod fell. He wiped away the trickle of blood with a gloved hand and pulled his threadbare vermilion cloak closer to his body in an effort to keep warm. His leather mask had been knocked down from his nose and the wind was not only cold but stank of sulphur and death, a nauseous mixture of rotten eggs and decaying flesh that crawled its way into his mouth and nostrils and made him gag. Eyes watering, Reed pulled the mask tightly around his bearded lower face and stared out over the Pit.
The Pit. An enormous circular crater in the earth, as deep as it was wide. It stretched out from the base of the wall to the horizon like a large lake of smooth, slick tar. The sun had set many hours ago and thick, murky clouds obscured all but the brightest stars making it impossible to discern where the Pit ended and the night sky began.
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French
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Luis henrique Bizinelli
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Author review: Luis Henrique is friendly, hard-working and enthusiastic. Highly recommended. |
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Already translated.
Translated by Lena Allievi
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Author review: Lena was great! Communicative, interested in the source material, and always happy to explain certain elements of the Spanish language I didn't quite grasp. Work was completed on time. Highly recommended. |
