The Spirit Stone. Katharine Kerr

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COPYRIGHT

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2007

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      Source ISBN: 9780007128730

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DEDICATION

      For all my readers without whom this series would not have existed

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Prologue: The Northlands Summer, 1159

Part I: Dun Deverry and The Westlands Spring, 983

       Part II: The Westlands 1159

       Keep Reading

       Author’s Note

       Glossary

       Appendices

       About the Author

       Also by the Author

       About the Publisher

PROLOGUE

       The Northlands Summer, 1159

      In some sense, every magician is a weaver, merely one who works with invisible strands of the hidden light. With it we weave our various forms, just as a weaver produces cloth, and then stitch them into the images we desire, just as a tailor sews cloth into a tunic or robe. If we be journeymen in our craft, forces will come to inhabit our forms, just as a person will come to buy the tunic and place it over his body. But if we have plumbed the secret recesses of our art, if we are masters of our craft, then we can both weave the forms and place our own bodies within them.

       The Pseudo-Iamblichos Scroll

      Two men of the Mountain Folk sat on a ledge halfway up a cliff and took the sun. Below them, at the foot of a cascade of stone steps, a grassy park land spread out on either side of a river that emerged from the base of the cliff. Just behind them, a stone landing led to a pair of massive steel-bound doors, open at the moment to let the fresh summer air into the rock-cut city of Lin Serr. Kov, son of Kovolla, was attending upon Chief Envoy Garin, son of Garinna, while this important personage nursed a case of bad bruises and a swollen ankle. A few days previously Garin had been talking to a friend as they hurried down these same steps; a careless engrossment in the conversation had sent him tumbling down two full flights.

      ‘Sunlight’s the best thing for the bruises,’ Kov told him. ‘Or that’s what the healers told me, anyway.’

      Garin muttered a brief oath, then continued blinking and scowling at the brilliant summer light. He’s getting old, Kov thought, ready to stay in the deep city forever, like all the old people do. At a mere eighty-four years, Kov was young for one of the Mountain Folk and still drawn by life above ground.

      ‘Well,’ Kov continued, ‘the sun’s supposed to help strengthen your blood.’

      ‘Doubtless,’ Garin said. ‘I’m out here, aren’t I?’

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