Into a Dark Realm
The whole of the magnificent Riftwar Cycle by bestselling author Raymond E. Feist, master of magic and adventure, now available in ebookChaos threatens to overwhelm two worlds as evil forces prepare to invade Midkemia, while the most treacherous magician in history – the madman Leso Varen – wreaks havoc on the world of Kelewan.Varen has usurped the body of one of the most powerful men on Kelewan, and Pug must uncover his true identity amid an entire city of Black Robes before Midkemia’s only ally is completely disabled by Varen’s political poison.As Pug begins his search, his son, Magnus, will lead a desperate expedition into the vast and malevolent empire that threatens his home-world, with the hope of finding the key to defeating an enemy capable of overwhelming the combined might of two worlds. But even if Magnus succeeds in uncovering the vital information, he must also survive the perilous journey home.Into a Dark Realm is book two in the Darkwar Trilogy. The third and final book in the trilogy is Wrath of a Mad God.
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RAYMOND E. FEIST
Into A Dark Realm
Book Two of The Darkwar
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are a work of the authorâs imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely conincidental.
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First published HarperVoyager 2006
Copyright © Raymond E. Feist 2006
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Table of Contents
A WOMAN SCREAMED IN OUTRAGE.
Three young men overturned carts and pushed aside shoppers as they crashed through the evening market. Their leader â a tall, rawboned youth with red hair â pointed to the retreating back of their prey and shouted, âThere he goes!â
Night approached the port city of Durbin as desperate men raced through the streets. Merchants pulled prized wares from tables as three young warriors shoved anyone and anything blocking their pursuit. In their wake they left consternation, curses and threats; all of which they ignored.
The summer heat of the Jal-Pur desert still clung to the walls and cobbles of the city, despite the slight breeze off the sea. Even the harbour gulls were content to stand idly by and watch for any morsel that might fall from a passing vendorâs cart. The more ambitious among them would launch themselves into the air and soar for a moment or two, hanging languidly on the heat rising from the dock stones, then quickly return to stand quietly near their brethren.
The evening markets were crowded, for most of the inhabitants of Durbin had spent the blistering afternoon resting in the shade. The cityâs pace was leisurely, for these were the hottest days of summer, and men who lived on the desertâs edge knew better than to struggle needlessly against the elements. Things were as the gods willed.
So the sight of three armed and apparently dangerous young men pursuing another, while hardly a remarkable experience in Durbin, was unexpected given the season and the time of day. It was just too hot to be running.
The man attempting to flee was, from his look, a desertman: swarthy and dressed in a baggy shirt and loose-fitting pantaloons, a midnight blue headdress and open robe, his feet clad in low-topped boots. Those who followed were led by a northerner, probably from the Free Cities or the Kingdom of the Isles. His ginger hair was uncommon in the Empire of Great Kesh.
His companions were also young men, one broad-shouldered and dark of hair, the other blond and of slighter build. They were all sunburned and dirty and had hard expressions that added years to their appearance. Their attentions were fixed on their quarry and their weapons were easily at hand. They were dressed in garb that marked them as men from the Vale of Dreams â breeches, linen shirts, riding boots and leather vests instead of robes and sandals. They were most likely mercenaries, a likelihood accentuated by their grim determination.
They reached a boulevard that led to the docks, and the man fleeing dodged between merchants, shoppers and dockmen heading home for the night. The leader of those in pursuit paused for an instant then said, âHeâs heading for the grain-shippersâ dock.â With a hand gesture he sent his blond-haired companion up a side street, then motioned for the darker youth to come with him.
