Traitor's Moon (Nightrunner Series #3)

Traitor's Moon (Nightrunner Series #3)

by Lynn Flewelling

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Overview

Master spies Seregil and Alec are no strangers to peril. Their assignments, nightrunning for wizards and nobles, have led them into many deadly situations. But sometimes the greatest danger can lurk beneath a Traitor's Moon. . . .

Wounded heroes of a cataclysmic battle, Seregil and Alec have spent the past two years in self-imposed exile, far from their adopted homeland, Skala, and the bitter memories there. But as the war rages on, their time of peace is shattered by a desperate summons from Queen Idralain, asking them to aid her daughter on a mission to Aurënen, the very land from which Seregil was exiled in his youth. Here, in this fabled realm of magic and honor, he must at last confront the demons of his dark past, even as Alec discovers an unimagined heritage. And caught between Skala's desperate need and the ancient intrigues of the Aurënfaie, they soon find themselves snared in a growing web of treachery and betrayal.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780553577259
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/06/1999
Series: Nightrunner Series , #3
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 540
Sales rank: 203,919
Product dimensions: 4.23(w) x 6.84(h) x 1.45(d)

About the Author

Lynn Flewelling is best known for her Nightrunner series, as well as The Tamír Triad, and her work appears in a dozen languages. She also maintains a lively online presence with her website and her LiveJournal, Talk in the Shadows, and her Facebook page. Born in northern Maine, Flewelling is happily transplanted in Redlands, California, with her husband and some very spoiled dogs.

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1
DARK HOPES
 
The sleet-laden wind buffeted Magyana, whipping wet strands free from the wizard’s thick white braid as she trudged across the churned ground of the battlefield. In the distance, the tents of her queen’s sprawling encampment billowed and creaked along the riverbank, black specters on a dun plain. In the makeshift corrals, the horses huddled together, their backs to the wind. The unlucky soldiers on sentry duty did the same, their green tabards the only spots of color against this grim palette.
 
Magyana pulled her sodden cloak more closely around her. Never in all her three hundred and three years had she felt the cold so keenly. Perhaps faith had kept her warm before, she reflected sadly, faith in the comfortable rhythms of her life, and faith in Nysander, the wizard who’d been a part of her soul for two centuries. This damnable war had robbed her of both, and more. Nearly a third of the Orëska House wizards were dead, centuries of life and learning snatched away. Queen Idrilain’s second consort and two younger sons had fallen in battle, together with dozens of nobles and countless common soldiers—sent by blade or disease down to Bilairy’s gate.
 
Magyana’s grief was mingled with resentment at the disruption of her orderly life. She was a wanderer, a scholar, a gatherer of wonders and tales. Only reluctantly had she taken Nysander’s place at the aging queen’s side.
 
My poor Nysunder. She wiped a wind-smeared tear from her cheek. You would have relished all this, seen it as a great game to be won.
 
So here she was, winter-locked in the wilds of southern Mycena, a nation once more bathed in the blood of two bellicose neighbors. Plenimar stretched greedy talons westward toward Skala’s borders and north to the fertile freeholdings along the Gold Road. This harsh second winter had slowed the fighting, but as the days now slowly lengthened toward spring, the queen’s spies brought daily reports of the unthinkable; their Mycenian allies were considering surrender.
 
And no wonder, Magyana thought, reaching the outskirts of the camp at last. It had been just five days since the last battle. These ravaged fields where farmers had once cut sheaves of grain were sown now with a crueler crop: shredded banners, broken buckles, arrow heads overlooked by scavenging camp followers, and the occasional pitiful scrap of human remains, frozen too hard for even the ravens to peck out. It would yield a bitter spring harvest with the thaw, one she doubted any of them would be here to witness, now that things had gone so horribly wrong.
 
The Plenimarans had surprised them just before dawn. Throwing on her armor, Idrilain had rushed to rally her troops before Magyana could reach her. One side of the queen’s corselet had been left unbuckled, and during the ensuing battle a Plenimaran arrow found the gap, piercing Idrilain’s left lung. She survived the extraction, but the wound quickly festered. Plenimaran archers dipped their arrowheads in their own excrement before a battle.
 
Since then, a host of drysian healers had exerted their combined skills to keep her alive while the wound putrefied and fevers melted the flesh from her bones. It was agony, watching Idrilain fight this silent battle, but she refused to order her own release.
 
“Not yet. Not as things are,” she’d groaned, clutching Magyana’s hand as she panted and shook and laid her plans.
 
 
Reaching the queen’s great pavilion, Magyana sent up a silent prayer. O Illior, Sakor, Astellus, and Dalna, now is the hour! Give our queen strength enough to see our ruse through.
 
A guard lifted the flap for her, and she stepped into the stifling heat beyond.
 
Huge tapestries suspended from the ridgepoles overhead enclosed the audience chamber, already crowded with officers and wizards gathered by the queen’s summons. Magyana took her place to the left of the empty throne, then nodded to Thero, her protégé and coconspirator, who stood nearby. He bowed, his calm, aesthetic face betraying nothing.
 
The tapestries behind the chair parted, and Idrilain entered leaning on the arm of her eldest son, Prince Korathan, and followed by her three daughters. All but plump Aralain were in uniform.
 
Idrilain took her seat and her heir, Phoria, placed the ancient Sword of Ghërilain unsheathed across her mother’s knees. Bold in war, wise in peace, Idrilain had wielded the ancient blade with honor for more than four decades. Now, unbeknownst to all but her closest advisers, she was too weak to lift it unaided.
 
Her thick grey hair fell smoothly over her shoulders beneath her golden circlet, hiding her thin neck. Soft leather gauntlets covered withered hands. Her wasted body was muffled in robes to hide the extent of her decline. The drysian’s infusions blunted the pain enough not to tax her exhausted heart, but there were limits to even their powers. It took Thero’s magic to limn the semblance of flesh and color in the queen’s cheeks and lend false power to her voice. Only her pale blue eyes were unchanged, sharply alert as an osprey’s.
 
The effect was flawless. The pity of it was that such deception must be practiced on Idrilain’s own children.
 
The queen’s two consorts had given her three children each, the two triads as different as the men who’d fathered them. The elder three—Princess Phoria, her twin Korathan, and their sister Aralain, were tall, fair, and solemn.
 
Klia, the youngest and sole survivor of the second three, had the same handsome features, chestnut hair, and ready wit as the father and two brothers for whom she still wore a black baldric. Of these six, it had always been the eldest and youngest girls whom the Orëska wizards watched most closely.
 
Skilled and fearless in battle, Phoria had risen through the ranks of the Queen’s Horse Guard to High Commander of the Skalan Cavalry. Nearing fifty now, she was as renowned in military circles for her tactical innovations as she was at court for her blunt speech and ill-starred barrenness. While her merits as a warrior might have been sufficient for the crown in her great-grandmother’s day, times had changed and Magyana was not the only one to fear that Phoria lacked the vision to rule a nation touched by the intricacies of the wider world.
 
Just before his death Nysander had also hinted to Magyana of a breach between heir and queen, but was forestalled by some oath from revealing more.
 
“We are the oldest of the Orëska wizards now, my love. No one knows better than we how precariously the common good balances on the edge of Ghërilain’s Sword,” he’d warned. “Keep close to the throne, and to all those who might one day sit upon it.”
 
Magyana turned her attention back to Klia and felt a familiar surge of fondness. At twenty-five, she not only commanded a full squadron of Queen’s Horse, but had demonstrated a talent for diplomacy, as well. It was no secret that a good many Skalans wished she was the firstborn.
 
Idrilain raised her hand and the assembly fell silent. “We will lose this war,” she began, her voice a husky wheeze.
 
Magyana silently guided a stream of her own life force into the woman’s ravaged body. The connection brought a backwash of pain, threading her veins with the dull crush of Idrilain’s suffering and exhaustion. Magyana forced herself to breathe slowly, letting her mind rise above it and retain its focus. Across the room, Thero was doing the same.
 
“We will lose this war without Aurënen,” Idrilain continued, sounding stronger. “We need the Aurënfaie’s strength, and their wizards to turn the tide of Plenimaran necromancy. And if Mycena falls, we will need Aurënfaie trade, as well: horses, weapons, food.”
 
“We’ve done well enough without the ’faie,” Phoria retorted. “Plenimar hasn’t managed to push us back from the Folcwine, for all their necromancers and abominations.”
 
“But they will!” Idrilain croaked. An attendant offered her a goblet but she waved it away; no one must see the tremor in her hands. “Even if we manage to defeat them, we shall need the Aurënfaie after the war. We need their blood mingled with our own again.”
 
She gestured imperiously for Magyana to continue.
 
“The power of wizardry came to our people by the mingling of our two races, human and Aurënfaie,” Magyana began, reminding those who needed reminding of their own history. “It was the Aurënfaie who taught our first wizards the ways of Orëska magic.” She turned to the Royal Kin. “You yourselves still carry the memory of that blood, the legacy of Idrilain the First and her Aurënfaie consort, Corruth í Glamien. Since his murder and the closing of Aurënen’s borders against us three centuries ago, few Aurënfaie have come to Skala and so their legacy dwindles among us. Fewer wizard-born children are presented at the Orëska House each year, and the abilities of the young ones are often limited. Because wizards cannot procreate, there is no remedy save a renewed commerce between our two lands.
 
“The Plenimaran’s attack on the Orëska House cut down some of our best young wizards before the war had truly started. The fighting since has thinned our ranks still further. There are empty beds in the Orëska’s apprentice hall now, and for the first time since the founding of the Third Orëska in Rhíminee, two of the House’s towers stand empty.”
 

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Traitor's Moon 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 49 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is one of the best things I've read out of the fantasy category in a lonnnnggg time. I would advise that all reader's follow the instructions on the inside cover to read the first two books, either to fully understand all relationships or to put her kids through college. I seriously can't wait for the following books in the series and almost cried when I found out that the sequel to the Bone Doll is being published because it means she can get back to Nightrunner.
Guest More than 1 year ago
What Flewelling did with this book took a lot of guts. I don't know if I'd have been brave enough to risk the things she does in writing this. I Commend her for that very bravery, and for the books that are so full of life and adventure. Her books are the very essence of intrigue. I have read Many books (slight understatement there) and the Nightrunner's series is still the best I've ever read. I only hope she will write more on the Nightrunner's series... Aura willing, maybe she'll at least consider it?
salimbol on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A solid conclusion to the first Nightrunners series, with murky politics, some strong characterisation and detailed culture-building that rewards patient and careful reading. It has a fairly sedate pace compared to the first two books, but still has a few bouts of very exciting action-oriented set pieces and a central mystery to unravel that more than holds the reader's attention.
maughta on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Pretty standard high fantasy. A little Tolkeiny at times (a piece of jewelry that causes one to fantasize and go crazy? C'mon!). This book has a subplot that takes over the second half of the book and leaves the main plot for the following volumes. So it goes with three-part high fantasy.
Bembo on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Traitor¿s Moon, book three of The Nightrunner Series, finds Seregil and Alec living in self-imposed exile from Skala, their adopted homeland. They have been there for two years when a message arrives from Queen Idrilain ask them to accompany her daughter on a diplomatic mission to Aurenen, Seregil¿s land of birth, the land from which he has been bannihed since his youth. Maybe he has hopes of this banishment being lifted, but whatever persuades him he and Alec agree to go.Once they arrive in Aurenen seeking support for the war Skala is engaged in, they find themselves embroiled in plot and counter plot, never knowing who their real allies amongst the Aurenfaie are; and it is not long before new dangers come to haunt them.Traitor¿s Moon is a fitting conclusion(?) to the Nightrunner Series; and there is much to be said for it. Firstly for what it avoids. There is no doubt about the strength on the relationship between Seregil and Alec so there are no clichéd ploys over them falling out; and while magical powers play a role, they never employed to rescue impossible situations, and what powers are used are equally balanced on each side.If there is a fault I feel perhaps a little too much time was spent on the early negotiations, which I found all the more confusing due to the unfamiliar names given to the various parties, if the Queen¿s mission did not know who to trust, I was all the more perplexed not really knowing who was who; I would have appreciated a list of characters. But that is a relatively minor quibble; perhaps I should just pay more attention to names!When the action really starts the then book is impossible to put down; there is a lot going on and things really do move quickly. We still do not know who can be trusted almost until the end, and we can never we sure of the final outcome for Alec and especially Seregil, who by this time has done just about everything he can to make his situation worse. This really is a book in which the intriguing and complex plot takes precedence over the myths and magic, and is all the better for it; if there is to be another book in this series I will certainly not hesitate to add it to my reading list.
willowcove on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A good book, though a bit more predictable and a bit less exciting than the first two.
jshillingford on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
After the rapid-fire pace of book 2, this third Nigthrunner seems almost plodding in comparison. That said, the story is just as rewarding if requiring more patience from the reader. Here our heroes are sent to Seregil¿s birth country of Aurenen to negotiate the reopening of ports and trade to assist Skala in the war effort. Politics and diplomacy take a lot of time, but are no less deadly than Seregil and Alec¿s previous adventures. We also find out the details surrounding Seregil¿s exile, meet his family and his enemies. The first half of the book spends a lot of time on detailed world-building since the long-lived Faie are so different from the humans. Alec has another mission while in Aurenen ¿ to learn more about who his mother is. Though Alec gets an answer of sorts on that front, it is mainly to lay the groundwork for a future story. Most of the resolution is focused on Seregil, and the ending is intricate and conspiracy-laden. If he had to choose between Aurenen and Skala, where would his loyalties lie?Overall, though I didn¿t find this as exciting as book 2, I enjoyed it very much. The characters grow from their experiences, I love spending time with them, and the plot was interesting with some surprises here and there. Highly recommended series that leaves me anxious for more.
cat8864 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Lets see, an established relationship between Alec and Seregil, Alec showing his age (19), politics and a far amount of moping. The book was rather drab in terms of action, especially compared to the first two. I am happy to see the characters develop a little more (emphasis on little). If I hadn't read the first two I might not of been very happy with this one. Still, I'll be reading the fourth.
Jenson_AKA_DL on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
With the evil threat and tragedies which were the central plot of the first two Nightrunner books resolved, this story starts off two years later as Seregil is called out of his exile to accompany an envoy to his homeland of Aurenen, home of the 'faie to beg assistance for the failing Skala. Facing his past, even with Alec at his side, is something Seregil isn't sure he is prepared for, but with his adopted home in peril it is a summons he cannot deny.The tone and execution of this story is much different than the conflicts of the first two books of the series. "Traitor's Moon" deals much more with intrigue, mystery and court politics, which typically, aren't my favorite plot lines, even in fantasies. However, in this book it is the characters themselves that kept me interested, even more so than in the other two books. I guess because of the feeling of personal investment I have with Seregil and Alec, I'd be willing to read just about any sort of story with them in it. This is still a fantasy, but the fantasy aspects take more of a back seat to the mystery of who the traitor in their midst is. Also, the back story of Seregil's exile and his attempts to resolve his own feelings about his original crime is an interesting one.After reading these three books I certainly now understand Patricia Brigg's excitement at the ConBust panel where I saw both authors, at learning there is another Nightrunner story coming out in June. I'm certainly am very happy to learn of another one on the horizon!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Slower than the first two books, but the next book makes up for it.
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Such a gorgeous series <3
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good story well developed charaters. I was sucked into this book and could not put itdown. Its a mystery with wizards and magic and suspence. Really good read
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This one was my least favorite of the Nightrunner series. Although the story is riveting and entertaining, the writer bogs down with too many foreign words and complicated names that will make your head spin. still, if you can muddle through all that, it's an enjoyable book. Just don't expect to be able to keep all the characters and names straight.
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