Kothifir the Great, ruled by an obscenely obese god‑king, peopled with colorful, dueling guilds, guarded by the
Southern Host of the Kencyrath. Here Jame arrives, only to find that the turbulent city claims more of her attention as
the Talisman than the Host’s training fields do as a second year randon cadet.
Mysteries abound: Caravans plunge deep into the hostile Southern Wastes and return laden with fabulous riches ‑‑
from what source, and why do they crumble to dust if not claimed by the god‑king’s touch? Karnids from Urakarn
prowl the shadows, preaching the return of their mysterious prophet. An unstable Kencyr temple rumbles in the outer,
decayed rings of the city. Then too, someone in the Host’s camp is trying to get Jame killed.
In order to save the present, Jame must search the past, be it fifteen years ago when as a boy her brother Torisen
arrived here, unknown and unwanted, or three thousand years ago when the Wastes were a great sea ringed with rich
civilizations. Somehow, Tori survived. Somehow, the cities of the plain were destroyed in one catastrophic night. Now
Kothifir's gods have lost their power and its proud towers are falling. What curse out of the past has struck it? Jame, a
potential Nemesis, must try to stop the destruction‑‑without undoing time itself.
Listen to the author discuss the book here on the Baen Free Radio Hour.
Kothifir the Great, ruled by an obscenely obese god‑king, peopled with colorful, dueling guilds, guarded by the
Southern Host of the Kencyrath. Here Jame arrives, only to find that the turbulent city claims more of her attention as
the Talisman than the Host’s training fields do as a second year randon cadet.
Mysteries abound: Caravans plunge deep into the hostile Southern Wastes and return laden with fabulous riches ‑‑
from what source, and why do they crumble to dust if not claimed by the god‑king’s touch? Karnids from Urakarn
prowl the shadows, preaching the return of their mysterious prophet. An unstable Kencyr temple rumbles in the outer,
decayed rings of the city. Then too, someone in the Host’s camp is trying to get Jame killed.
In order to save the present, Jame must search the past, be it fifteen years ago when as a boy her brother Torisen
arrived here, unknown and unwanted, or three thousand years ago when the Wastes were a great sea ringed with rich
civilizations. Somehow, Tori survived. Somehow, the cities of the plain were destroyed in one catastrophic night. Now
Kothifir's gods have lost their power and its proud towers are falling. What curse out of the past has struck it? Jame, a
potential Nemesis, must try to stop the destruction‑‑without undoing time itself.
Listen to the author discuss the book here on the Baen Free Radio Hour.
Kothifir the Great, ruled by an obscenely obese god‑king, peopled with colorful, dueling guilds, guarded by the
Southern Host of the Kencyrath. Here Jame arrives, only to find that the turbulent city claims more of her attention as
the Talisman than the Host’s training fields do as a second year randon cadet.
Mysteries abound: Caravans plunge deep into the hostile Southern Wastes and return laden with fabulous riches ‑‑
from what source, and why do they crumble to dust if not claimed by the god‑king’s touch? Karnids from Urakarn
prowl the shadows, preaching the return of their mysterious prophet. An unstable Kencyr temple rumbles in the outer,
decayed rings of the city. Then too, someone in the Host’s camp is trying to get Jame killed.
In order to save the present, Jame must search the past, be it fifteen years ago when as a boy her brother Torisen
arrived here, unknown and unwanted, or three thousand years ago when the Wastes were a great sea ringed with rich
civilizations. Somehow, Tori survived. Somehow, the cities of the plain were destroyed in one catastrophic night. Now
Kothifir's gods have lost their power and its proud towers are falling. What curse out of the past has struck it? Jame, a
potential Nemesis, must try to stop the destruction‑‑without undoing time itself.
Listen to the author discuss the book here on the Baen Free Radio Hour.
