Brothers of the Wind by Tad Williams (English) Paperback Book

Description: Brothers of the Wind by Tad Williams Now in paperback, set in the New York Times bestselling world of Osten Ard, this short novel continues the saga that inspired a generation of fantasists.Pride often goes before a fall, but sometimes that prideful fall is so catastrophic that it changes history itself. Among the immortal Sithi of Osten Ard, none are more beloved and admired than the two sons of the ruling family, steady Hakatri and his proud and fiery younger brother Ineluki -- Ineluki, who will one day become the undead Storm King. The younger brother makes a bold, terrible oath that he will destroy deadly Hidohebhi, a terrifying monster, but instead drags his brother with him into a disaster that threatens not just their family but all the Sithi -- and perhaps all of humankind as well. Set a thousand years before the events of Williamss The Dragonbone Chair, the tale of Inelukis tragic boast and what it brings is told by Pamon Kes, Hakatris faithful servant. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Tad Williams is a California-based fantasy superstar. His genre-creating (and genre-busting) books have sold tens of millions worldwide. His works include the worlds of Otherland, Shadowmarch, and Osten Ard—including the Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, and The Last King of Osten Ard series—as well as standalone novels Tailchasers Song and The War of the Flowers. His considerable output of epic fantasy, science fiction, urban fantasy, comics, and more have strongly influenced a generation of writers. Tad and his family live in the Santa Cruz mountains in a suitably strange and beautiful house. Review Praise for Osten Ard"Inspired me to write my own seven-book trilogy.... Its one of my favorite fantasy series." —George R. R. Martin, New York Times-bestselling author of A Song of Ice and Fire "Groundbreaking.... Changed how people thought of the genre, and paved the way for so much modern fantasy. Including mine." —Patrick Rothfuss, New York Times-bestselling author of The Name of the Wind "Tad Williams is a master storyteller, and the Osten Ard books are his masterpiece. Williams return to Osten Ard is every bit as compelling, deep, and fully-rendered as the first trilogy, and he continues to write with the experience and polish of an author at the top of his game." —Brandon Sanderson, New York Times-bestselling author of The Stormlight Archive"Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn is one of the great fantasy epics of all time."—Christopher Paolini, New York Times bestselling author of Eragon "Building upon the revered history of Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, Williams has outdone himself by penning a 700-plus page novel that is virtually un-put-down-able.... Williams grand-scale storytelling mastery is on full display here. Not just utterly readable—an instant fantasy classic." —Kirkus Reviews (starred)"Readers who delight in losing themselves in long complex tales of epic fantasy will be in their element here, and there is the promise of much more to come in future volumes." —Locus "Panoramic, vigorous, often moving.... Williams adroitly weaves together the tales...heralding a suitably epic and glorious conclusion." —Publishers Weekly "Highly Recommended. [Williams] draws on many mythologies for the background of his fantasy epic...story spiced with political intrigue and strong appealing heroes." —Library Journal "A grand fantasy on a scale approaching Tolkiens The Lord of the Rings." —Cincinnati Post Review Quote Praise for Osten Ard " Inspired me to write my own seven-book trilogy .... Its one of my favorite fantasy series." --George R. R. Martin, New York Times -bestselling author of A Song of Ice and Fire "Groundbreaking.... Changed how people thought of the genre, and paved the way for so much modern fantasy . Including mine." --Patrick Rothfuss, New York Times -bestselling author of The Name of the Wind "Tad Williams is a master storyteller, and the Osten Ard books are his masterpiece . Williams return to Osten Ard is every bit as compelling, deep, and fully-rendered as the first trilogy, and he continues to write with the experience and polish of an author at the top of his game." --Brandon Sanderson, New York Times -bestselling author of The Stormlight Archive " Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn is one of the great fantasy epics of all time ." --Christopher Paolini, New York Times bestselling author of Eragon "Building upon the revered history of Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, Williams has outdone himself by penning a 700-plus page novel that is virtually un-put-down-able.... Williams grand-scale storytelling mastery is on full display here. Not just utterly readable-- an instant fantasy classic ." -- Kirkus Reviews (starred) " Readers who delight in losing themselves in long complex tales of epic fantasy will be in their element here, and there is the promise of much more to come in future volumes." -- Locus "Panoramic, vigorous, often moving.... Williams adroitly weaves together the tales...heralding a suitably epic and glorious conclusion." -- Publishers Weekly "Highly Recommended. [Williams] draws on many mythologies for the background of his fantasy epic...story spiced with political intrigue and strong appealing heroes ." -- Library Journal " A grand fantasy on a scale approaching Tolkiens The Lord of the Rings." -- Cincinnati Post Excerpt from Book The Black Worm I now undertake to tell my master Hakatris story, or at least the parts of it that I myself witnessed, but even before I have begun I am already full of doubts. I cannot tell my masters tale without telling some of my own, but I am not the same person who journeyed so long at his side. The things that happened to us changed me almost as much as they did him, and I can scarcely remember now the person I was then. Still, this Pamon Kes will do his best to tell of what that Pamon Kes saw, heard, and felt during that fateful time. I have no idea who will read these words, but I feel I must set them down. The years are passing; death will eventually close my eyes and still my tongue. The knowledge of such important events does not belong to me alone, but to all the heirs of the Lost Garden. Still, it is a painful thing to tell unhappy truths, even from behind the shield of honesty. Many will scorn my words because of what I am-Tinukedaya, though we are often called "changelings" and thought by many to be a lesser kind of creature than our Zidaya masters. But I beg those who might be angered by my tale to understand that despite all that happened, I still feel loyalty to the House of Year-Dancing and the people of Asua. The only way left for me to demonstrate that loyalty, and to celebrate my master, is to set things out just as I remember them, without care for the unhappiness that some might feel at seeing them revealed. "Duty is honor," my stern father often used to tell me. "And honor is all." But I would amend his saying. I have learned that our first duty is to truth, because without truth, honor itself is hollow. It was in the last days of the Serpent Moon, early in the Season of Renewal, just as the weather began to turn. Everything seemed ordinary for that time of year: the sky was cold but bright above the city, as it had been for several days, and many birds sang. After I had arisen and offered a prayer to the Lost Garden, I went to the great palace stables to oversee the care of my masters horses and watch the morning feeding to see who was fit and who was nursing some woe or wound. It seemed like any other day. All around me Tinukedaya of lesser rank and status than mine, mostly grooms and stable hands, hard at work even after the horses had finished eating; busy currying the beasts fine coats, walking them out to exercise on the white sand of the great courtyard, and ministering to them in a hundred other small ways. The stables of Asua are filled with old, proud bloodlines, and those who tend them are proud, too. Yohe, armiger to my masters brother Ineluki-what the mortals of the south would call a "squire"-was the only Zidaya in the stables when I arrived. Yohe was lean even for her slender race, strong-fingered and practical, wearing her hair always close-braided so it would not interfere with her work. She was singing quietly as she introduced a nine-season foal to the moth bridle. Our eyes met, but she gave me only a curt nod of greeting. I was an armiger, just as Yohe was, but none of the Zidaya squires ever wasted much time being courteous to me, though Yohe would at least acknowledge my presence. She also had an excuse for her less than friendly greeting: the first time introducing a young horse to the bridle is a delicate moment. Our mounts do not like having anything on their faces, even a restraint as light as a moth bridle. (I have never understood how mortals can put a bit in their horses mouths. Our Asua steeds would never put up with it.) I watched for a moment as Yohe raised and lifted the "wings" of the moth with each gentle pull on the reins. The foal shuffled a little, but Yohe had a light touch and the foal remained calm, lulled by her ancient song. I returned to inspecting my masters horses. As I was removing a stone from pale Seafoams hoof and wondering whether to have the bronzesmith make her a new shoe, a young Tinukedaya stable hand came running in from the courtyard. It was Nali-Yun, his face flushed with excitement. "Master Pamon, there are mortal men in the palace!" he announced loudly. Yohe turned on him. "Are you witless?" she hissed at him, trying to soothe the startled foal. "Roaring like some animal! Have a care, changeling!" I pulled Nali-Yun aside. "When are there not mortal men in the palace?" I asked him quietly. "They line up at the gates before dawn every day with things to trade or sell. They lurk around the Visitors Court creaking like crows at everyone who passes by, hoping for an audience with the Saonsera and the Protector-an audience they will never get. We can scarcely take a step out of the inner palace without stumbling over some mortal or other. Why do you shout about such ordinary things?" "You are as stiff as a stick, Pamon Kes," he complained. "My news is nothing ordinary." "Neither is shouting in the stables." But I disliked chiding another Tinukedaya in front of Yohe-she and the other Zidaya squires already thought little of our kind. "So tell me, why is the arrival of more mortals anything unusual?" "Because it is a whole company of mortal men from the west. They have come seeking an audience-and Lady Amerasu has granted it to them. It will begin when the morning bell rings. You must go swiftly!" "Do not make me ask for quiet again," Yohe warned him sternly. I did my best to keep my temper with the young groom. "Why should I rush? To see a few mortal men? That is nothing new." "Well, you still might want to hurry," he said with a grin. "Because your master Lord Hakatri wants you to come to him in Thousand Leaves Hall." "You fool." I was truly irritated now. "You should have told me that first." I immediately cleaned myself as best I could and hurried to the great hall, but the grooms nonsense had delayed me. By the time I reached the antechamber of the great hall the other folk of the court had already begun filing in. The largest number of them were golden-skinned Zidaya like my master, but I could see a few bone-pale Hikedaya-the Zidayas sister clan-among them. (We Tinukedaya also have golden skin, but it has a less robust hue than that of our Zidaya masters, like wine that has been watered.) The Hikedaya were now scarce in Asua-most of them had followed their self-styled queen Utukku north to her mountain city of Nakkiga-which only made those remaining, with their eyes like black onyx and their skins pale as scraped parchment, stand out from the rest of the crowd. The Hikedaya who stayed had chosen their lives in Asua among the Zidaya over blood ties, and though their northern relatives might despise that choice or even think them traitors, the Hikedaya of Asua still mingled freely with my masters folk, as if the great separation of the two clans had never happened. As I entered, the days first light shone from the high windows of Thousand Leaves Hall, splashing down on the myriad hues worn by the Zidaya, both in their clothing and in the fanciful shades of their hair. Far above our heads, the light also struck brilliant gleams from the wings of the countless butterflies clinging to the sides and slender roof-beams of the sacred dome known as the Y++sira as they slowly stirred into morning life. On the da*s beneath the open-air dome sat the leading members of the House of Year-Dancing -most of them, that is. Pride of place of course belonged to Saonsera Amerasu and Protector Iyuunigato, my master Hakatris parents. My masters wife Briseyu was there too, holding their little daughter Likimeya, who did not seem to want to be held. Even my masters younger brother, Ineluki, had arrived and joined his family. The only member of the Year-Dancing root and bough not on the da*s was my master himself. As I craned my neck to look around the great hall-Hakatri was usually the soul of promptness-I finally noticed the half-dozen figures kneeling at the foot of the da*s, gazing up at the masters of the Year-Dancing Clan like prisoners of war hoping for mercy. These mortals were tangle-haired and bearded, as was common among the males of that folk, dressed in rough garb made from wool and animal hides. In truth, between their unkempt hair and thick furs, I thought they looked little more than animals themselves. The one I guessed to be their leader looked young, but he was as shaggy and unshaven as the rest, and his eyes seemed small and secretive compared to those of my masters folk-or to those of my own people, for that matter. His hair and whiskers were a fiery shade of red I had seldom seen on a mortal before, so bright it might have been dyed. I also thought I saw something open and inquisitive about his face-an unmistakable intelligence that belied his savage appearance. Amerasu Ship-Born was also observing the newcomers, her expression calm and benign, like someone at prayer. The Saonsera wore her usual modest robes, gray as rain clouds or the velvety breast of a dove, but they did not make her invisible-far from it. Even her husband, great Iyuunigato, chief protector of all the Zidaya clans, seemed to recede into the shadows beside her. Amerasus wise, gentle face drew the eye like a candle flame in a dark room. Then she raised her hand and those gathered in the hall fell silent. "We give you welcome, men of the west." Her voice did not seem much more than conve Details ISBN075641847X Author Tad Williams Pages 272 Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 075641847X ISBN-13 9780756418472 Format Paperback Imprint DAW Books Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Publication Date 2022-06-14 AU Release Date 2022-06-14 NZ Release Date 2022-06-14 US Release Date 2022-06-14 UK Release Date 2022-06-14 Publisher Astra Publishing House DEWEY 813.54 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:135438367;

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