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After pitched battle, The Whitethe avatars of the Five Godshave briefly turned back the vicious invaders. And now, the priestess Auraya is sent on an urgent mission to reconcile with the powerful, outcast Dreamweavers, for their magical healing abilities may be the key to saving the land. But as a deadly plague devastates their allies and old adversaries resurface, a dreadful surprise may ruin the chance for peace. For Aurayas terrible discovery will force her into a desperate choiceone whose consequences will change the world forever.

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THE LAST OF THE WILDS


The Age of Five Book Two


Trudi Canavan
Last of the Wilds Age of the Five Book 2 - image 1


An Imprint of Harper Collins Publishers


Table of Contents


AS THE IMMORTALS AWAKE, AN

ENEMY SHAKEN BY AN UNEXPECTED

DEFEAT REGROUPS WITH A SUBTLE,

SINISTER PLOT

UNAWARE OF THE DANGER,

THE WHITE FACE AN UNEXPECTED

NEW CHALLENGE.


After pitched battle, The Whitethe avatars of the Five Godshave briefly turned back the vicious invaders. And now, the priestess Auraya is sent on an urgent mission to reconcile with the powerful, outcast Dreamweavers, for their magical healing abilities may be the key to saving the land. But as a deadly plague devastates their allies and old adversaries resurface, a dreadful surprise may ruin the chance for peace. For Aurayas terrible discovery will force her into a desperate choiceone whose consequences will change the world forever.


LAST OF THE WILDS

Book Two of a phenomenal new epic fantasy trilogy,

AGE OF THE FIVE,

by internationally bestselling author

TRUDI CANAVAN


The leaden sky leached everything of colorexcept the blood.


The faces of the corpses were white, the hair either black or a bleached non-color. The weapons, still clutched in stiffened hands or wedged in flesh, lacked shine. The circs of the priests were a dull white.

But the stains on them were luridly bright. Thick crimson oozed from wounds and slicked blades. Pools of it gathered under the dead like a morbid carpet. Trickles of it flowed down folds in the earth. It gathered to form streams. Pooled. Soaked into the soil, so that it bubbled to the surface at every step.

The sickened mud sucked at her feet. She took a few more steps, then found she could not move. The mud clung to her shoes. It gave beneath her. She felt herself sinking into it. She felt the cold moisture creeping up her legs and her heart began to race.

You killed us , hissed a voice.

She looked up to see corpses raising their heads to stare at her with dead eyes.

You , another said, his partly severed head lolling on the ground. You did this to me.


EOS


This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the authors imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

An Imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers

10 East 53rd Street

New York, New York 10022-5299

This book was originally published in Australia in 2005 by Voyager, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers.

Copyright 2006 by Trudi Canavan

ISBN-13: 978-0-06-081591-2

ISBN-10: 0-06-081591-4

www.eosbooks.com

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. For information address Eos, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers.

First Eos paperback printing: May 2006

HarperCollins and Eos are trademarks of HarperCollins Publishers Inc.

Printed in the U. S. A.

10 987654321


To my Nana, Ivy Dauncey, who loves to tell stories


Prologue

Reivan detected the change before any of the others. At first it was instinctive, a feeling more than a knowing; then she noticed that the air smelled duller and that there was a grittiness to it. Looking at the rough walls of the tunnel, she saw deposits of a powdery substance. It coated one side of every bump and groove, as if it had been blown there from a wind originating in the darkness ahead.

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what that might mean, yet she said nothing. She might be wrong, and everyone was still deeply shocked by their defeat. All were struggling to accept the deaths of friends, family and comrades, their bodies left behind, buried in the fertile soil of the enemy. They didnt need something else to worry about.

Even if they hadnt been all scurrying home in the lowest of spirits, she would not have spoken. The men of her team were easily offended. They, like her, nursed a secret resentment that they had not been born with enough Skill to become a Servant of the Gods. So they clung to the only sources of superiority they had.

They were smarter than average folk. They were Thinkers. Distinguished from the merely educated by their ability to calculate, invent, philosophize and reason. This made them fiercely competitive. Long ago they had formed an internal hierarchy. Older had precedence over younger. Men had credence over women.

It was ridiculous, of course. Reivan had observed that minds tended to become as inflexible and slow with age as the bodies they rested in. Just because there were more men than women among the Thinkers didnt mean men were any smarter. Reivan relished proving the latter but now was definitely not the time for that.

And I might be wrong.

The smell of dust was stronger now.

Gods, I hope Im wrong.

Abruptly she remembered the Voices ability to read minds. She glanced over her shoulder and felt a moments disorientation. She had expected to see Kuar. Instead a tall, elegant woman walked behind the Thinkers. Imenja, Second Voice of the Gods. Reivan felt a pang of sadness as she remembered why this woman now led the army.

Kuar was dead, killed by the heathen Circlians.

Imenja looked at Reivan, then beckoned. Reivans heart skipped a beat. She hadnt spoken to any of the Voices before, despite being part of the team of Thinkers that had mapped the route through the mountains. Grauer, the team leader, had made the task of reporting to the Voices his own.

She stopped. A glance at the men before her told her they hadnt noticed the summons, or that she was falling behind. Certainly not Grauer, whose attention was on the maps. When Imenja reached her, Reivan began walking again, remaining one step behind the Voice.

How may I serve you, holy one?

Imenja was still frowning, though her gaze remained on the Thinkers. What is it you fear? she asked in a low voice.

Reivan bit her lip. It is probably underground madness, the dark upsetting my mind, she said hastily. But the air was never this dusty on our previous journey. Nor was there this much on the walls. The pattern of it suggests rapid air movement from somewhere ahead. I can think of a few causes

You fear there has been a collapse, Imenja stated.

Reivan nodded. Yes. And further instability.

Natural or unnatural?

Imenjas question, and what it suggested, caused Reivan to pause in shock and dread.

I dont know. Who would do that? And why?

Imenja scowled. I have already received reports that the Sennons are causing trouble for our people now that the news of our defeat has reached them. Or it might be the local villagers seeking revenge.

Reivan looked away. A memory rose of vorns, mouths dripping with blood after a final hunting trip the night before theyd entered the mines. The good will of local villages hadnt been a priority to the armynot when victory was so sure.

We werent supposed to come back this way, either. We were supposed to drive the heathens out of Northern Ithania and claim it for the gods, and return to our homes via the pass.

Imenja sighed. Return to your team, but say nothing. We will deal with obstacles when we come to them.

Reivan obeyed, returning to her place at the back of the Thinkers. Conscious of Imenjas ability to read her mind, she kept alert for further signs of disturbance. It did not take long before she found them.

It was amusing to watch her fellow Thinkers slowly realize the significance of the steadily increasing amount of rubble in the passage. The first blockage they encountered was a small section of roof that had collapsed. It hadnt filled the passage, and it was only a matter of climbing over the mess to continue on.

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