By Larry Niven, Jerry Pournelle
Go back to the "vivid and weird" (Kirkus Reviews) international of Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle's The Burning City, the place the fireplace god has retreated into delusion, leaving the citizens of Tep's city unprotected for the 1st time of their background.
regrettably, a fiery destiny is not the merely hazard town is dealing with. From out of the desolate tract come monsters -- nice birds with blades rather than wings, pushed by way of a few unknown strength. even if they are often killed, the chance those terror birds pose is worse than demise. probability at the roads ability no alternate. No exchange signifies that Tep's city can be not more.
despatched by means of the Lords of Lordshills to find the resource of the fear birds, Lord Sandry and his loved, Burning Tower, needs to shuttle right into a international the place magic continues to be powerful -- and the place an individual or something waits to ruin them!
jam-packed with the sweeping event, memorable characters, and inventive world-building that experience outlined the novels of Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle, Burning Tower is one other triumph.
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I believe he’s some distance off. ” “Long manner? ” Sandry requested. She nodded. “I don’t believe any presence of a god the following in any respect. no longer a hint. ” “Well, that’s good,” Sandry acknowledged. “I’d hate to struggle them in the event that they have been all getting orders from an individual staring at what occurs. yet Squirrel, frequently they chase horses once we get shut, whether that’s now not clever. ” She nodded back. “That’s their nature. If the god may well cease them, he could. He cobbled issues the following. He may possibly keep an eye on that one team, yet whenever you have been fidgeting with them, Bentino was once best the opposite staff by means of the nostril. So then the god left your team to attempt to lead the opposite one, yet they have been already chasing horses in a circle. That’s why i feel he’s distant. ” “So after we catch up with, the birds will act smarter? ” Squirrel nodded. “That’s frightening. whatever we will be able to do? ” “A god is making struggle on us. I’m as scared as you could imagine,” Squirrel stated. Maydreo stuck up with them within the night. “They desired to ship a substitute, yet I’d have needed to look forward to them to discover him, and that i didn’t rather fancy attempting to meet up with 3 in a chariot anyway,” he acknowledged. “Good decision,” Sandry stated. “We have adequate troops. And we've a few additional rations. ” within the afternoon, they got here to the good Fork. The north department was once the Hemp street to Firewoods and farther. the opposite fork went east: the Golden street that resulted in the Inland Sea and past. Rumor stated it went on from there, south and deep into Jaguar territory. not anyone of Feathersnake or the Bison Tribe had ever taken the Golden street east while a ways because the Inland Sea, and their purely advisor used to be the boy, noticed Lizard. the line was once effortless to stick to. It had as soon as been good traveled, with huge ruts within the low components, rocky ledges carved within the hillsides whilst the line climbed to pass over hills among the valleys. Streams ran during the valleys, and there have been farms all over, yet few farmhouses. The villages have been all walled, no longer the rapidly made partitions of Condigeo yet older partitions, stone and earth in addition to trees, with suspicious guards staring out at them as they handed. women and men labored within the fields, with extra armed males status watch within sight. It was once no longer a relaxed land. They camped that evening in an open box, now not cultivated regardless of a small circulate. The sky was once transparent overhead. The River blazed around the evening sky. approximately hour of darkness a person shouted: a dozen falling stars, one after one other, all coming without delay at them earlier than they vanished. all of it regarded vaguely magical, yet smart Squirrel acknowledged not anything. bankruptcy Aboard the Angie Queen DAY 1 A wind was once emerging. Above the oar pit, Regapisk might glimpse sailors relocating at a run. Sails rattled as they rose. The Oarmaster signaled: cease oars. Regapisk settled his oar throughout his lap. To the fellow throughout, he requested conversationally, “How lengthy d’you imagine this’ll final? ” The man’s mad eyes rested on Regapisk, promising homicide; then drifted away. He by no means acknowledged whatever to someone. the guy at the back of Regapisk murmured, “If you don’t cease poking the Ghost, Lord Reg, it isn’t me he’ll take note the day he will get unfastened.