The Poison Song by Jen Williams

The Poison Song

The Poison Song by Jen Williams
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 845 Kb

The Poison Song:From Jen Williams, three-time British Fantasy Award finalist, comes the electrifying conclusion to the Winnowing Flame trilogy. Exhilarating epic fantasy for fans of Robin Hobb.

Jump on board a war beast or two with Vintage, Noon and Tor and return to Sarn for the last installment of this epic series where the trio must gather their forces and make a final stand against the invading Jure’lia.

“The wall in front of her spasmed open, revealing the enormous blue crystal that was the heart of the Behemoth. Kneeling in front of it, her mask-like face rapt, was the Jure’lia queen.

‘You are still here, then,’ Hestillion pointed out. When the queen didn’t reply, she strode across the chamber to join her in front of the crystal. A familiar image flickered within its depths, but she ignored it, looking down at the queen instead. Her amorphous, almost humanoid body was folded and creased in on itself, her long fingers – each fully as long as Hestillion’s hands – neatly intertwined in her lap. ‘You must come away from it now. Can’t you see? Things need to be fixed.’

The queen nodded, but she did not move. ‘But it is all broken, Hestillion Eskt of the corpse moon. Can you not see it? Can you not feel it, in your heart?’

‘I can, actually.’ Hestillion grimaced, pressing one hand briefly to her breastbone. ‘I feel like I might drop in a swoon at any moment, and it is most disagreeable. Celaphon, too, feels this illness. It is time to – to snap out of this funk.’

‘Funk.’ For the first time, the queen lifted her head and looked at Hestillion. The smooth white planes of her face were streaked with a watery, greyish fluid. ‘What is funk?’

Hestillion shook her head. ‘We must repair! We cannot hide here forever, can we?’

Slowly, the queen rose to her feet, unfolding like some elaborate paper confection such as Hestillion’s mother had made when she and Tormalin had been children. ‘We have always done so, before,’ said the queen, towering over Hestillion. ‘When we battled you in the past, and found ourselves pushed back by your creatures and your people, we would retreat, underground, and slowly we would grow ourselves anew, to be ready again.”

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