By Alison Croggon
As this enchanting epic nears its climax, the younger heroine’s brother discovers his personal hidden reward — and the function he needs to play in fighting the Dark.
Hem is a weary orphan whose fight for survival ends while he's reunited together with his misplaced sister, Maerad. yet Maerad has a future to meet, and Hem is distributed to the golden urban of Turbansk, the place he learns the methods of the Bards and befriends a mysterious white crow. whilst the forces of the darkish threaten, Hem flees together with his protector, Saliman, and an orphan woman named Zelika to hitch the Light’s resistance forces. it really is there that Hem has a imaginative and prescient and learns that he, too, has an element to play in Maerad’s quest to resolve the Riddle of the Treesong. because the CROW maintains the epic story began with THE NAMING and THE RIDDLE, Alison Croggon creates an international of spectacular good looks overshadowed by way of a terrifying darkness, an international the place Maerad and Hem needs to organize to salary their ultimate conflict for the sunshine.
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I know we cannot expect any help from the north. We will be lucky if we do not have an army marching on us from there as well, although I think Enkir still plays his double game. Most Bards in Annar do not know of his dealing with the Dark, and will believe what he says and mistakenly follow him; and I doubt not that he moves against all the Seven Kingdoms, from Lirigon in the north to the Suderain in the south. But all the kingdoms will resist, if that is what Enkir plans; and I think if he does move, it will be first against the western kingdoms, against Culain and Ileadh and Lanorial.
Meeting Saliman was the second most important thing that had happened to him. Despite his anxieties about Maerad, the ride to Turbansk with Saliman had been his first taste of real freedom. The weather had stayed fine for most of the way, and although they feared pursuit from Norloch, he and Saliman had encountered no dangers. After Hem's body had made the first painful adjustments to horseback – for riding made his legs so stiff that he thought he would walk with bowed legs for the rest of his life – the journey had been an unalloyed pleasure.
The bewildered minor Bard who opened the door was blasted with a flood of Suderain. She spread her hands to stop the flow, looking sharply at Hem, and appeared to invite the man in. The man shook his head, and she fled to find Saliman. Hem and his captor stood outside in the heat in complete silence for some time. Hem passed the wait staring at the front doorstep, his teeth set against the pain in his ear. The bird in his hands was still alive; he could feel its heart fluttering against his palm.