Ile ' Rien has fallen to a ruthless army of sorcerers intent on conquering all civilization. Now a small band of heroes aboard a majestic rescue ship must undertake an epic journey to preserve the remnants of a once ' great land and drive the heartless invaders back to the shadows.
But there are other evils ' far more terrifying than the Gardier foe ' alive in this world in chaos. And they ' re closer than a whisper.
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October 25, 2005
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Excerpt from The Ships of Air by Martha Wells
So we made ready to leave the shore of the Isle of Storms, in hope of never setting foot on it again.
-- "Ravenna's voyage to the Unknown Eastlands,"
V. Madrais Translation
Tremaine picked her way along the ledge, green stinking canal on one hand, rocky outcrop sprouting dense dark foliage on the other. She was exhausted and footsore and at the moment profoundly irritated. She said in exasperation, "All they have to do is get on the damn ship. Is that really going to be so hard?"
"It's the eyes," Giliead told her obliquely. He and Ilias were just ahead of her on the narrow shelf of rock, both men having a far easier time of traversing it than she was. The mossy water a few feet below was foul-smelling and stagnant, inhabited only by weeds and the occasional brightly colored snake. These canals cut through the rocky island in several directions, leading to and from the stone buildings that housed entrances to the deserted waterlogged city that wove through the caves below. The builders, whoever they were, had used black stones twenty or thirty feet long to line the watercourse, stacking them like tree trunks in the same way they built their underground walls and bridges.
"The ship doesn't have eyes."Tremaine struggled along, sweating in the damp air. The canal was overhung by the twisted dark-leaved trees; the overcast sky made it even more dim. For years the island had been a trap for seagoing vessels and the crews who sailed them; the whole place felt as if the corruption in the caves below had crept up through the roots of the stunted jungle