Iron Winter: The Northland Trilogy

Iron Winter: The Northland Trilogy

Stephen Baxter

Language: English

Pages: 512

ISBN: 0451419197

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Praised as “not only a gifted storyteller but also a master of speculative fiction" (Library Journal),  bestselling author Stephen Baxter brings his epic Northland trilogy to a close as a once-thriving civilization faces winter without end....

Many generations ago, the Wall was built to hold back the sea. A simple dam, it grew into a vast linear city, home to scholars, builders, and merchants.

But now days are growing shorter, temperatures colder, and in the wake of long winters come famine, destruction, and terror. As a mass exodus to warmer climes threatens to fracture Northland, one man believes he can outwit the cold and even salvage some scraps of the great civilization—before interminable gloom settles over the land; before the fires of war lay waste to an empire; before the ice comes....

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mothers carrying infants, old folk, the ill and feeble being helped or carried along, and in a city riddled with disease and hunger there were plenty of them. Gisco’s troops had to push their way through the fleeing mob. Then they turned a corner—and Nelo was confronted with the sight of enemy troops, inside the city, standing and fighting before the half-open gate. But they weren’t Hatti. These towering men, fighting knots of hastily assembled Carthaginian troops, were Rus or Scand, with

mothers carrying infants, old folk, the ill and feeble being helped or carried along, and in a city riddled with disease and hunger there were plenty of them. Gisco’s troops had to push their way through the fleeing mob. Then they turned a corner—and Nelo was confronted with the sight of enemy troops, inside the city, standing and fighting before the half-open gate. But they weren’t Hatti. These towering men, fighting knots of hastily assembled Carthaginian troops, were Rus or Scand, with

studying.” “Yes! Especially the fixed air, which holds back the heat. Good. But how? And why? That is the question I wrestle with. And I still can’t see it, I can’t. Though I suspect I edge closer to the truth.” He glared at Avatak. “Suppose I fell over the side of this wretched tub tomorrow. Would you be able to communicate all this to the scholars of Etxelur?” “No,” Avatak said frankly. Pyxeas nodded. “And could they progress the work without me? No! Those dolts in Etxelur have

wet a cloth, and sponged drops into Jexami’s mouth. “You wonder why I summoned you,” he whispered. Summoned. Even now, that haughty term. “Listen to me.” His hand closed on hers, the last of his strength. “I don’t want to die and finish up as these Carthaginians do. Oiled up and stuck in a hole in the ground. And nor will I be thrown into a pit with the poor people . . .” He wasn’t alone in obsessing how he would die; she had seen it a hundred times. And, she saw, he was to remain

there were perhaps fifty people here in this great and ancient Hall. And as they waited for the session to begin, the foreigners, dignitaries in their own countries, showed signs of restlessness. They were all waiting for Pyxeas. At last Alxa’s great-uncle came bustling into the Hall, with slates and scrolls of paper under his arm. He wasn’t in the stylized wolf-fur cloak he should have been wearing to mark his membership of his own House of scholars and priests; instead he wore

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