The Godborn: The Sundering, Book II
Paul S. Kemp
In the 2d publication of the multi-author Sundering sequence introduced through New York Times best-selling writer R.A. Salvatore, the shadow legacy of Erevis Cale lives on at the same time his outdated foe Mephistopheles seeks to stamp it out at any price. Cale’s son Vasen—unmoored in time by way of the god Mask—has so far been protected against the archdevil’s darkish schemes, by myself one of the servants of the Lord of sunshine who've raised him on account that birth.
Living in a distant abbey nestled one of the Thunder Peaks of Sembia, Vasen is haunted by way of desires of his father, trapped within the frozen hell of Cania. He is familiar with the day will come while he needs to imagine his function within the divine drama unfolding throughout Faerûn. yet Vasen understands now not what that position can be . . . or even if he's able to take it on. He in basic terms is aware what his father tells him in dreams—that he must never fail.
Enter Drasek Riven, a former compatriot of Erevis Cale, now close to divine and haunted via goals of his own—he too is familiar with the time to behave is close to. Shar, the good goddess of darkness, appears to solid her shadow at the international perpetually. Riven has glimpsed the cycle of evening she hopes to accomplish, and he is familiar with she needs to be stopped.
At the crossroads of divine intrigue and mortal future, not going heroes unite to thwart the powers of shadow and hell, and the sundering of worlds is determined on its course.
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Hated it, hated Shar, hated his brother, who used to be her nightseer, her selected, and a godling in his personal correct. Rivalen sat on the fringe of the opening at the cracked face of a once-enormous statue. He stared into the maelstrom, his arms in his lap, unmoving. As consistently, Brennus questioned what Rivalen considered whilst he regarded into the paintings he’d wrought, the apocalypse he’d sown. Did he welcome it? remorse it? Did he even imagine like a guy anymore? The wind stirred Rivalen’s cloak and his lengthy, darkish hair.
Sky, maybe fearing Sakkors itself might materialize out of the darkness, probably fearing one other Shadovar patrol may take place upon them. “Be at ease,” Vasen acknowledged to all of them. “There’s not anything to fear.” He pulled Byrne apart. He felt Orsin’s eyes on him all of the whereas. “There’s a village at the different part of that rise.” Byrne chewed the nook of his moustache and nodded. “I be aware of. Fairelm, it used to be called.” “It is named Fairelm. I’ll pass forward and take a look. hold the pilgrims right here for now.”.
The pass.” Minser shook his head. “I don’t understand how. there has been a mist, and …” “And what?” Zeeahd snapped. “And nothing,” Minser acknowledged, and Sayeed knew he was once mendacity. “Sayeed,” Zeeahd acknowledged, and nodded at Minser. Sayeed complicated at the peddler, who stumbled backward and fell, maintaining up his arms. “Please, no.” “Then communicate fact to me, peddler,” Zeeahd stated. Minser’s twisted expression evidenced the conflict inside of him, yet ultimately worry gained out. “There have been … spirits within the mist.”.