The Demon Cycle Books 1-3 and Novellas: The Painted Man, The Desert Spear, The Daylight War plus The Great Bazaar and Brayan’s Gold and Messenger’s Legacy. Peter V. Brett
‘He’s gone east three nights running. He’s ready for a change.’
As always, the rock demon snuffled about before testing the wards at the gate. It moved methodically, never missing a spot. When the gate proved secure, the coreling moved to the east.
‘Night,’ Woron cursed. ‘I was sure this time he’d do something different.’ He fished in his pocket for coins as the shrieks of the demon and the crackle of activated wards died out.
Both guardsmen looked over the rail, the bet forgotten, and saw One Arm staring at the wall curiously. Other corelings gathered around, but kept a respectful distance from the giant.
Suddenly, the demon lunged forward with just two talons extended. There was no flare from the wards, and the crack of stone came clearly to the guards’ ears. Their blood went cold.
With a roar of triumph, the rock demon struck again, this time with its whole hand. Even in starlight, the guards saw the chunk of stone that came away in its claws.
‘The horn,’ Gaims said, gripping the rail with shaking hands. His leg grew warm, and it took him a moment to realize he had wet himself. ‘Sound the horn.’
There was no movement next to him. He looked over at Woron, and saw his partner staring at the rock demon with his mouth open, a single tear running down the side of his face.
‘Sound the ripping horn!’ Gaims screamed, and Woron snapped out of his daze, running to the mounted horn. It took him several tries to sound a note. By then, One Arm was spinning and striking the wall with its spiked tail, tearing out more and more rock each time.
Cob shook Arlen awake.
‘Who … wazzat?’ Arlen asked, rubbing his eyes. ‘Is it morning already?’
‘No,’ Cob said. ‘The horns are sounding. There’s a breach.’
Arlen sat bolt upright, his face gone cold. ‘Breach? There are corelings in the city?’
‘There are,’ Cob agreed, ‘or soon will be. Up with you!’
The two scrambled to light lamps and gather their tools, pulling on thick cloaks and fingerless gloves to help stave off the cold without impeding their work.
The horns sounded again. ‘Two blasts,’ Cob said, ‘one short, one long. The breach is between the first and second watch-posts to the east of the main gate.’
A clatter of hooves sounded on the cobblestones outside, followed by a pounding on the door. They opened it to find Ragen in full armour, a long, thick spear in hand. His warded shield was slung on the saddle horn of a heavy destrier. Not a sleek and affectionate courser like Nighteye, this beast was broad and ill-tempered, a warhorse bred for times long gone.
‘Elissa is beside herself,’ the Messenger explained. ‘She sent me to keep you two alive.’
Arlen frowned, but a touch of the fear that gripped him on waking slipped away with Ragen’s arrival. They hitched their sturdy garron to the warding cart, and were off, following the shouts, crashes, and flashes of light towards the breach.
The streets were empty, doors and shutters locked tight, but Arlen could see cracks of light around them, and knew the people of Miln were awake, biting nails and praying their wards would hold. He heard weeping, and thought of how dependent the Milnese were upon their wall.
They arrived at a scene of utter chaos. Guardsmen and Warders lay dead and dying on the cobbled streets, spears broken and burning. Three bloodied men-at-arms wrestled with a wind demon, attempting to pin it long enough for a pair of Warder’s apprentices to trap it in a portable circle. Others ran to and fro with buckets of water, trying to smother the many small fires as flame demons scampered about in glee, setting alight everything in reach.
Arlen looked at the breach, amazed that a coreling could dig through twenty feet of solid rock. Demons jammed the hole, clawing at each other to be next to pass into the city.
A wind demon squeezed through, getting a running start as it spread its wings. A guard hurled his spear at it, but the missile fell short, and the demon flew into the city unchallenged. A moment later, a flame demon leapt upon the now-unarmed guard and tore his throat out.
‘Quickly, boy!’ Cob shouted. ‘The guards are buying us time, but they won’t last long against a breach this size. We need to seal it fast!’ He sprang from the cart with surprising agility and snatched two portable circles from the back, handing one to Arlen.
With Ragen riding protectively beside them, they sprinted towards the keyward flag of the Warder’s guild, marking the protective circle where the Warders had set up their base. Unarmed Herb Gatherers were tending rows of wounded there, fearlessly darting out of the circle to assist men stumbling towards the sanctuary. They were a scant few to tend so many.
Mother Jone, the Duke’s advisor, and Master Vincin, the head of the Warder’s guild, greeted them. ‘Master Cob, good to have you …’ Jone began.
‘Where are we needed?’ Cob asked Vincin, ignoring Jone completely.
‘The main breach,’ Vincin said. ‘Take the posts for fifteen and thirty degrees,’ he said, pointing towards a stack of wardposts. ‘And by the Creator, be careful! There’s a devil of a rock demon there – the one that made the breach in the first place. They have it trapped from heading further into the city, but you’ll have to cross the wards to get into position. It’s killed three Warders already, and Creator only knows how many guards.’
Cob nodded, and he and Arlen headed over to the pile. ‘Who was on duty at dusk tonight?’ he asked as they took their load.
‘Warder Macks and his apprentices,’ Jone replied. ‘The Duke will hang them for this.’
‘Then the Duke is a fool,’ Vincin said. ‘There’s no telling what happened out there, and Miln needs every Warder it has and more.’ He blew out a long breath. ‘There will be few enough left after tonight, as it is.’
‘Set up your circle first,’ Cob said for the third time. ‘When you’re safe within, set the post in its stand and wait for the magnesium. It’ll be bright as day, so shield your eyes until it comes. Then centre yours to the dial on the main post. Don’t try to link with the other posts. Trust their Warders to get it right. When it’s done, drive stakes between the cobbles to hold it in place.’
‘And then?’ Arlen asked.
‘Stay in the corespawned circle until you’re told to come out,’ Cob barked, ‘no matter what you see, even if you’re in there all night! Is that clear?’
Arlen nodded.
‘Good,’ Cob said. He scanned the chaos, waiting, waiting, then shouted ‘Now!’ and they were off, dodging around fires, bodies, and rubble, heading for their positions. In seconds, they cleared a row of buildings and saw the one-armed rock demon towering over a squad of guardsmen and a dozen corpses. Its talons and jaws glistened with blood in the lamplight.
Arlen’s blood went cold. He stopped short and looked to Ragen, and the Messenger met his eye for a moment. ‘Must be after Keerin,’ Ragen said wryly.
Arlen opened his mouth, but before he could reply, Ragen screamed ‘Look out!’ and swiped his spear Arlen’s way.
Arlen fell and dropped his post, banging his knee badly on the cobblestones. He heard the crack! as the butt of Ragen’s spear took a diving wind demon in the face, and rolled over in time to see the coreling carom off the Messenger’s shield and crash to the ground.
Ragen trampled the creature with his warhorse as he kicked into a gallop, grabbing Arlen just as he picked up his post and half-dragging, half-carrying him over to