Enchanter: Book Two of the Axis Trilogy. Sara Douglass

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      32. Winter Approaches

      33. Forgotten Vows

      34. Parley

      35. Carlon and Beyond

      36. Gundealga Ford

      37. Yuletide

      38. The Nursery

      39. Skraelings and SkraeBolds

      40. “Woe! Woe!”

      41. EvenSong’s Memory

      42. In the Bleak Mid-Winter …

      43. The Skraeling Nest

      44. “It is Time to Reforge Tencendor”

      45. Bad News

      46. Contemplations of a Rag Doll

      47. Carlon

      48. Axis’ Salutary Lesson

      49. Baron Ysgryff’s Surprise

      50. The Silent Woman Dream

      51. Then it is War, Brother?

      52. Battle Eve

      53. The Battle of Bedwyr Fort

      54. The Aftermath

      55. MorningStar

      56. One Nors Woman Wins, Another Loses

      57. The Chamber of the Moons

      58. Transformations

      59. Shattered Vows

      60. Tencendor on the Shores of Grail Lake

      61. Betrayal Confronted

      62. Into Spiredore

      63. From Out of the Dawning Sun …

      64 Azhure (1)

      65 Azhure (2)

      66 Enchantress

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       The Prophecy of the Destroyer

      A day will come when born will be

       Two babes whose blood will tie them.

       That born to Wing and Horn will hate

       The one they call the StarMan.

       Destroyer! rises in the north

       And drives his Ghostmen south;

       Defenceless lie both flesh and field

       Before Gorgrael’s ice.

       To meet this threat you must release

       The StarMan from his lies,

       Revive Tencendor, fast and sure

       Forget the ancient war,

       For if Plough, Wing and Horn can’t find

       The bridge to understanding,

       Then will Gorgrael earn his name

       And bring Destruction hither.

      StarMan, listen, heed me well,

       Your power will destroy you

       If you should wield it in the fray

       ’Ere these prophecies are met:

       The Sentinels will walk abroad

       ’Til power corrupt their hearts;

       A child will turn her head and cry

       Revealing ancient arts;

       A wife will hold in joy at night

       The slayer of her husband;

       Age-old souls, long in cribs,

       Will sing o’er mortal land;

       The remade dead, fat with child

       Will birth abomination;

       A darker power will prove to be

       The father of salvation.

       Then waters will release bright eyes

       To form the Rainbow Sceptre.

      StarMan, listen, for I know

       That you can wield the sceptre

       To bring Gorgrael to his knees

       And break the ice asunder.

       But even with the power in hand

       Your pathway is not sure:

       A Traitor from within your camp

       Will seek and plot to harm you;

       Let not your Lover’s pain distract

       For this will mean your death;

       Destroyer’s might lies in his hate

       Yet you must never follow;

       Forgiveness is the thing assured

       To save Tencendor’s soul.

       Prologue: The Ruins of Gorkenfort

      Gorgrael stood in the deserted bedchamber of Gorkenfort Keep, his breath frosting about his tusks in the frigid atmosphere. His bright silver eyes narrowed as he absorbed the lingering memories and emotions of the room. Bending, he scraped a hand across the bed, catching and tearing the bed linen with his hooked claws. Hate and desire, pain and satisfaction lingered here. He snatched a handful of the material to his nostrils, crushing it between his powerful claws. She had been here, had slept here, had laughed and cried here. Gorgrael abruptly arched his body back, his muscles rigid, and shrieked his anger, frustration and desire. He hated and wanted this woman almost as much