The Demon Cycle Books 1-3 and Novellas: The Painted Man, The Desert Spear, The Daylight War plus The Great Bazaar and Brayan’s Gold and Messenger’s Legacy. Peter V. Brett

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      ‘The council voted to change the village name to Deliverer’s Hollow,’ Rojer said.

      ‘It’s only a name,’ Leesha said, joining them at the table and pouring tea.

      ‘It’s not the name that bothers, it’s the notion,’ the Painted Man said. ‘I’ve gotten the villagers to stop calling me Deliverer to my face, but I still hear it whispered behind my back.’

      ‘It will go easier for you if you just embrace it,’ Rojer said. ‘You can’t stop a story like that. By now, every Jongleur north of the Krasian desert is telling it.’

      The Painted Man shook his head. ‘I won’t lie and pretend to be something I’m not to make life easier. If I’d wanted an easy life …’ he trailed off.

      ‘What of the repairs?’ Leesha asked, pulling him back to them as his eyes went distant.

      Rojer smiled. ‘With the Hollowers back on their feet thanks to your cures, it seems a new house goes up every day,’ he said. ‘You’ll be able to move back into the village proper soon.’

      Leesha shook her head. ‘This hut is all I have left of Bruna. This is my home now.’

      ‘This far from the village, you’ll be outside the forbiddance,’ the Painted Man warned.

      Leesha shrugged. ‘I understand why you laid out the new streets in the form of a warding,’ she said, ‘but there are benefits to being outside the forbiddance, as well.’

      ‘Oh?’ the Painted Man asked, raising a warded brow.

      ‘What benefit could there be to living on land that demons can set foot on?’ Rojer asked.

      Leesha sipped her tea. ‘My mum refuses to move, too,’ she said. ‘Says between your new wards and the cutters running about chopping every demon in sight, it’s a needless bother.’

      The Painted Man frowned. ‘I know it seems like we have the demons cowed, but if the histories of the Demon Wars are anything to go by, they won’t stay that way. They’ll be back in force, and I want Cutter’s Hollow to be ready.’

      ‘Deliverer’s Hollow,’ Rojer corrected, smirking at the Painted Man’s scowl.

      ‘With you here, it will be,’ Leesha said, ignoring Rojer and sipping at her tea. She watched the Painted Man carefully over the rim of her cup.

      When he hesitated, she set her cup down. ‘You’re leaving,’ she said. ‘When?’

      ‘When the Hollow is ready,’ the Painted Man said, not bothering to deny her conclusion. ‘I’ve wasted years, hoarding wards that can make the Free Cities that in more than name. I owe it to every city and hamlet in Thesa to see to it they have what they need to stand tall in the night.’

      Leesha nodded. ‘We want to help you,’ she said.

      ‘You are,’ the Painted Man said. ‘With the Hollow in your hands, I know it will be safe while I’m away.’

      ‘You’ll need more than that,’ Leesha said. ‘Someone to teach other Gatherers to make flamework and poisons, and to treat coreling wounds.’

      ‘You could write all that down,’ the Painted Man said.

      Leesha snorted. ‘And give a man the secrets of fire? Not likely.’

      ‘I can’t write fiddling lessons, in any event,’ Rojer said, ‘even if I had letters.’

      The Painted Man hesitated, then shook his head. ‘No,’ he said. ‘The two of you will only slow me down. I’ll be weeks in the wilds, and you don’t have the stomach for that.’

      ‘Don’t have the stomach?’ Leesha asked. ‘Rojer, close the shutters,’ she ordered.

      Both men looked at her curiously.

      ‘Do it,’ she ordered, and Rojer rose to comply, cutting off the sunlight and filling the hut with a dark gloom. Leesha was already shaking a vial of chemics, bathing herself in a phosphorescent glow.

      ‘The trap,’ she said, and the Painted Man lifted the trap door down to the cellar where the demonfire had been kept. The scent of chemics was thick in the air that escaped.

      Leesha led the way down into the darkness, her vial held high. She moved to sconces on the wall, adding chemics to glass jars, but the Painted Man’s warded eyes, as comfortable in utter darkness as in clear day, had already widened before the light filled the room.

      Heavy tables had been brought down into the cellar, and there, spread out before him, were half a dozen corelings in various states of dissection.

      ‘Creator!’ Rojer cried, gagging. He ran back up the stairs, and they could hear him gasping for air.

      ‘Well, perhaps Rojer doesn’t have the stomach yet,’ Leesha conceded with a grin. She looked at the Painted Man. ‘Did you know that wood demons have two? Stomachs, I mean. One stacked on top of the other, like an hourglass.’ She took an instrument, peeling back layers of the dead demon’s flesh to illustrate.

      ‘Their hearts are off-centre; down to the right,’ she added, ‘but there’s a gap between their third and fourth ribs. Something a man looking to deliver a killing thrust should know.’

      The Painted Man looked on in amazement. When he looked back at Leesha, it was as if he were seeing her for the first time. ‘Where did you get these …?’

      ‘A word to the cutters you sent to patrol this end of the Hollow,’ Leesha said. ‘They were happy to oblige me with specimens. And there’s more. These demons have no sex organs. They’re all neuter.’

      The Painted Man looked at her in surprise. ‘How is that possible?’ he asked.

      ‘It’s not that uncommon among insects,’ Leesha said. ‘There are drone castes for labour and defence, and sexed castes that control the hive.’

      ‘Hive?’ the Painted Man asked. ‘You mean the Core?’

      Leesha shrugged.

      The Painted Man frowned. ‘There were paintings in the tombs of Anoch Sun; paintings of the First Demon War that depicted strange breeds of corelings I have never seen.’

      ‘Not surprising,’ Leesha said. ‘We know so little about them.’

      She reached out, taking his hands. ‘All my life, I’ve felt like I was waiting for something bigger than brewing chill cures and delivering children,’ she said. ‘This is my chance to make a difference to more than just a handful of people. You believe there’s a war coming? Rojer and I can help you win it.’

      The Painted Man nodded, squeezing her hands in return. ‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘The Hollow survived that first night as much because of you and Rojer as me. I’d be a fool not to accept your help now.’

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