The Border Keeper by Kerstin Hall
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 1.5 Mb
The Border Keeper : She lived where the railway tracks met the saltpan, on the Ahri side of the shadowline. In the old days, when people still talked about her, she was known as the end-of-the-line woman.
Vasethe, a man with a troubled past, comes to seek a favor from a woman who is not what she seems, and must enter the nine hundred and ninety-nine realms of Mkalis, the world of spirits, where gods and demons wage endless war.
The Border Keeper spins wonders both epic—the Byzantine bureaucracy of hundreds of demon realms, impossible oceans, hidden fortresses—and devastatingly personal—a spear flung straight, the profound terror and power of motherhood. What Vasethe discovers in Mkalis threatens to bring his own secrets into light and throw both worlds into chaos.
“Eris reappeared in the doorway with a tray. She set a chipped ceramic teapot and a single blue cup on the ground beside him. A chain of pink stargazers circled the lip of the cup.
“Drink,” she said.
For a moment longer she appraised him, then returned to her kitchen.
He poured from the pot and breathed in the steam. Cardamom, rooibos. A faint citrus aroma, some irretraceable and familiar scent just beyond his grasp. Too hot to drink; he placed the cup back on the tray to cool.
“Why did you do that?” Her voice floated out of the kitchen.
“You could hardly walk. Why were you renovating my house?”
Vasethe traced the pattern of stargazers with his fingernail. The tiny stigma of the flowers had been gilded in silver. Eris started chopping something; a knife hit the surface of a cutting board in a stream of clicks.
“The fabric had worn through,” he said.
“It should be more effective now.”
“Oh, so I can provide shade to other romantic fools? Fill my yard with their bones?”
“Who said anything about romantic?”
“You’re all the same. All here to demand miracles.”
He drank from his cup. The tea tasted strong and bitter; it stung his throat as he swallowed.”