Anne Bishop - The Shadow Queen

FOR CASS, MAGGIE, CHERIL, AND DEE

My thanks to Blair Boone for continuing to be my first reader, to Debra Dixon for being second reader, to Doranna Durgin for maintaining the Web site, to Anne Sowards and Jennifer Jackson for being enthusiastic about this story, to Pat Feidner just because, and to all the friends and readers who make this journey with me.

WHITE

YELLOW

TIGER EYE

ROSE

SUMMER-SKY

PURPLE DUSK

OPAL*

GREEN

SAPPHIRE

RED

GRAY

EBON-GRAY

BLACK

*Opal is the dividing line between lighter and darker Jewels because it can be either.

When making the Offering to the Darkness, a person can descend a maximum of three ranks from his/her Birthright Jewel.

Example: Birthright White could descend to Rose.

landennon-Blood of any race

Blood malea general term for all males of the Blood; also refers to any Blood male who doesnt wear Jewels

Warlorda Jeweled male equal in status to a witch

Princea Jeweled male equal in status to a Priestess or a Healer

Warlord Princea dangerous, extremely aggressive Jeweled male; in status, slightly lower than a Queen

landennon-Blood of any race

Blood femalea general term for all females of the Blood; mostly refers to any Blood female who doesnt wear Jewels

witcha Blood female who wears Jewels but isnt one of the other hierarchical levels; also refers to any Jeweled female

Healera witch who heals physical wounds and illnesses; equal in status to a Priestess and a Prince

Priestessa witch who cares for altars, sanctuaries, and Dark Altars; witnesses handfasts and marriages; performs offerings; equal in status to a Healer and a Prince

Black Widowa witch who heals the mind; weaves the tangled webs of dreams and visions; is trained in illusions and poisons

Queena witch who rules the Blood; is considered to be the lands heart and the Bloods moral center; as such, she is the focal point of their society

Dena Nehele

TAMANARA MOUNTAINS

GRAYHAVENBOTH A FAMILY ESTATE AND A Town

Ebon Askavi (aka the Black Mountain, the Keep)

Hayll

Zuulaman

Askavi

Ebon ASKAVI (AKA THE BLACK MOUNTAIN, THE KEEP)

Ebon RIHVALLEY THAT IS THE KEEPS TERRITORY

RIADABLOOD VILLAGE in Ebon Rih

Dea al Mon

Dharo

WEAVERS FIELDBLOOD VILLAGE

BHAKBLOOD VILLAGE

WOOLSKINLANDEN VILLAGE

Dhemlan

AMDARHCAPITAL CITY

HALAWAYVILLAGE NEAR SADIABLO HALL

SADIABLO HALL (THE HALL)

Nharkhava

TAJRANACAPITAL CITY

Scelt (shelt)

MAGHRE (MA-GRA)VILLAGE

Ebon Askavi (aka the Black Mountain, the Keep)

SADIABLO HALL

two years ago

Still shaken by the storm of power that had destroyed half the Blood in Dena Nehele only a few days before, the rogues came down from their camps in the Tamanara Mountains to face an unexpected enemy.

The landens, who had been brutalized for generations by the caretakers of the Realms, hadnt wasted time. When they realized the surviving Blood were stunned by the violent loss of Queens and courts, they rebelledand decided that dying by the thousands was an acceptable price to pay in order to wipe out the Blood in Dena Nehele.

So the landens died during those first days of the uprising. Oh, how they died.

But so did the Blood.

The males in the Bloods towns and villages died as they exhausted the power that made the Blood who and what they were, until even the ones who wore Jewels and had a reservoir of power had used up everything they had in the effort to defend the women and children who didnt have the strength or skill to defend themselves.

When that power that lived within them was gone, they fought with weapons like any other man. But the landens kept coming, kept fightingand the Blood, outnumbered, had no chance of surviving.

Women and children died, along with the men. The landens, steeped in their hatred for the Blood, set fire to the buildings, turning entire villages into funeral pyres.

Then the rogues, trained warriors who had refused to serve any Queen, came down from the mountainsand the battle for Dena Nehele really began.

He rode with one pack of rogues, a leader committed to slaughter in order to defend what was left of his people. But as they reached a walled estate on their way to the town that served as Dena Neheles capital, he pulled his horse aside and stared through the iron bars of a double gate at the big stone mansion.

Grayhaven.

It was his family name. This was his familys home.

He had never lived in that mansion because the Queens who had controlled Dena Nehele had claimed it for their own residence, their own seat of power. And like the rest of the Territory, the house and the land had declined under the rule of bitches who had stood in the shadow of Dorothea SaDiablo, the High Priestess of Hayll.

He had grown up in the mountain camps ruled by the rogues because he was the last of his line, the last direct descendant of Lord Jared and Lady Lia, the Queen who, like her grandmother before her, had been called the Gray Lady. And if there was any truth to the family stories, he was the last person capable of finding the key that would reveal a treasure great enough to restore Dena Nehele.

Lord Jared had told his grandsons about the treasure the Gray Lady and Thera, a powerful Black Widow, had hidden somewhere around Grayhaven. While the family still lived in the house, every male had searched for it, and the story had spread to trusted advisers who shouldnt have been trusted. When the family line failed to produce even a minor Queen, Dorotheas pet Queens had descended on Dena Nehele like scavengers fighting over a fresh carcass. What was left of his family abandoned Grayhaven and spoke the family name only in secret.

Generations had tried to hold on to something that was Dena Nehele, that was the Blood as they had been when the Gray Lady had ruled. Generations of the Grayhaven line had been broken into service as a way of keeping the people yoked to the rule of unworthy Queens.

Generations of sufferinguntil that witch storm swept through Terreille. A fast, violent storm, terrible in its cleansing, it had swept away Dorothea SaDiablo and everyone who had been tainted by her, but it had left the surviving Blood prey to the landens hatred.

Theran! one of the Warlords shouted. The bastards have set fire to the south end of the town!

He wanted to ride through those gates, wanted to protect the only thing left of his own heritage. But he had been trained to fight, had been born to stand on a killing field. So he turned away from the house and land he wanted to reclaim.

But as he rode away, he promised himself that when the fires of rebellion were finally smothered, he would come back to his familys home.

If there was anything left.

present

Reaching the broken-down stone wall and the double gate that was half-torn from its hinges, Theran Grayhaven planted his feet in the exact spot where hed stood two years before. Now, finally, the landen uprising had been completely smothered, and the Bloodthose who were leftcould set about the business of trying to restore their land and their people.

If there was any way of restoring their people.