Ashling: The Obernewtyn Chronicles 3

Ashling: The Obernewtyn Chronicles 3

Isobelle Carmody

Language: English

Pages: 512

ISBN: 0375857699

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


As head of Obernewtyn’s Farseeker guild, Elspeth Gordie must travel to the lowlands to seal an alliance between Obernewtyn and the rebel forces that oppose the totalitarian Council. Yet her dreams call to her with an altogether different purpose: Elspeth must destroy what remains of the weapons that brought unimaginable chaos, death, and mutation to her world. Leaving the relative safety of the mountains, Elspeth embarks on a journey that takes her across the sea and into the heart of the mysterious desert region of Sador.

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called ships of the desert. “Oh no,” Fian moaned as the kamuli made their ponderous way up the spit slope toward the cliffs. “We’re headed out into th’ desert.” “It was the obvious place,” Hannay said mildly. “We’d better start praying to Lud for a cloudy day, or the sun will fry us.” “The rebels will find it just as hard as us,” Angina pointed out cheerfully. We had traveled for about an hour into the trackless desert, and the sky was empty of stars when the Sadorians pulled their beasts to

talons. Fian leapt out of the way as the bear swiped at him, and Miryum jumped to one side, leaving three rebels face to face with the enraged creature. It growled again, and the rebels hastily backed away. Miryum and Fian stood perfectly still, faces set and grim. I looked back to where Hannay was trying to revive Freya and saw the fourth rebel creeping behind him with a knife. My mind flew back to a dark cavern and the Zebkrahn machine, and Madam Vega with her knife poised above Rushton’s

long, if ye follow physically as well,” Matthew interrupted. “Farther back than anyone would bother with but close enough to feel where I am, even if ye can’t farseek me. I’d have my mind open to ye all th’ time.” “It’s out of the question,” I said. “Very well,” Brydda said firmly, stopping Matthew’s protest before it was uttered. “But you will trace the slaves?” “If I lose them, they will be condemned to live as slaves.” The rebel’s face hardened. “As they would have done had I not

leave,” Kella said quickly. “That is exactly what you should do!” I hesitated, then decided she needed some hard words to stiffen her backbone. “Why do you suppose he has been spending so much time away from the safe house if not to be alone—to get away from you? Perhaps he feels smothered by your worrying about him so much.” I did not believe this. But Kella needed to come home, and Domick wanted her to go. Perhaps her presence was a strain he could not bear on top of everything else. Kella

communicate with him. “What’s wrong with you?” I heard Ayle demand of Daffyd. I held my breath for his answer, slowing Gahltha. “Seasick …,” Daffyd muttered, passing me. Ayle bellowed with laughter. “Well, here’s the last lot. You can kiss the ground when yer done.” There was a little pause; then the slaver’s voice reached out to me. “You hear me, boy? Get a move on. You’ve no business here.” “Go!” Matthew sent. I heard Ayle’s purposeful tread behind me. “Please!” With a heart as heavy as

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