Shadowrealm: The Twilight War Book III
Paul S. Kemp
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The stunning conclusion to the Twilight War!
One of the Forgotten Realms world's most compelling villains--the Archwizards of Shade--have come down from their flying city with their sights set on the merchant realm of Sembia. They come in the guise of allies, but have invasion and empire as their ultimate aim.
The fate of Sembia may be sealed, but Erevis Cale still has a shocking destiny that will end in his destruction--if he's lucky. This trilogy brings about major changes to the Forgotten Realms setting.
“I believe he returned in the carriage to the Palace. He seemed not himself. He seemed …” Rivalen rode the shadows in the hall across the city, to the foyer entry of the Hulorn’s Palace. The helmed, spear-wielding guards looked startled at his sudden appearance, but only for a moment. They had gotten used to his comings and goings and the Hulorn had authorized his free movement throughout any part of the city. “Prince Rivalen,” the bearded sergeant said, and inclined his head. Both the
said, thinking of his conversation with Mask on the Wayrock. Abelar turned to him, a stricken look on his face. Cale envied him his empathy. “There are tens of thousands of people there,” Abelar said. “And the Dawn Tower? Gone? What magic is this?” Before Cale could answer, a voice from atop the bank carried over the rain. “Papa! Papa! Rain coming! Hurry!” The three men looked up to see Elden appear at the top of the riverbank. Exertion reddened his round face. Labored breaths came from his
lied. “There ain’t no turning around, Cale. You know that.” Cale did know it, but he wanted there to be, and he knew that he would tell Abelar the same lie again. He looked into Riven’s face and said, “Sometimes we need lies.” Riven stared at him, stepped back, his expression as fixed as that of a golem. Green lightning lined the eastern sky, cast Riven’s face in alternating fields of light and shadow. Thunder boomed, once, twice, again, again. He and Riven both turned and the moment was lost.
Perhaps Cale asked them to watch over me. Perhaps they have taken that charge upon themselves. Later, I sit in the dining hall of the temple and eat the food the Shadowwalkers set before me. I wonder, for a moment, how Riven gets food to the island, then wonder why I care. Eating is mechanical, unfeeling, an exercise in fueling the soulless shell of my body. It brings me no pleasure. Nothing human does, not anymore. The Shadowwalkers see to my needs, my meal, would see to my safety, were it
shake my head, trying to dislodge despair. “He will try again and succeed. I have seen him do things that no ordinary man could do. He will keep his promise.” My father chuckles. “His promises are shit. He promised his god to return his divinity. He promised the same thing to me. He will say anything, yet he means nothing. Now he allies with Rivalen Tanthul, who tortured you. You cannot trust him. You must save yourself.” I hear my own thoughts in the words and protest. “You lie.” “No. You