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      First published in Great Britain by Voyager 1999

      Copyright © Katharine Kerr 1999

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      Source ISBN: 9780006482604

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      Version: 2019-12-10

DEDICATION

       For my grandmother, Elsa Petersen Brahtin 1899–1985

       The courage in her life amazed me

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

A Note on the Deverry Sequence

Prologue: Winter, 1117 Bardek

       Part One: Winter, 1117 Deverry

       Part Two: Deverry

       Epilogue: Spring, 1118

       Keep Reading

       Appendices

       Glossary

       Acknowledgements

       About the Author

       Also by the Author

       About the Publisher

A NOTE ON THE DEVERRY SEQUENCE

      It occurs to me that readers might find it helpful to know something about the overall structure of the Deverry series. From the beginning of this rather large enterprise, I have had an actual ending in mind, a set of events that should wrap up all the books in dramatic conclusion. It’s merely taken me much longer to get there than I ever thought it would.

      If you think of Deverry as a stage play, the sets of books make up its acts. Act One consists of the Deverry books proper, that is, Daggerspell, Darkspell, Dawnspell, and Dragonspell. The ‘Westlands’ books, A Time of Exile, A Time of Omens, A Time of War, and A Time of Justice, make up Act Two, while Act Three will unfold in the current quintet, ‘The Dragon Mage,’ that is, The Red Wyvern, The Black Raven, the volume you now have in hand, and its ‘sister’, The Fire Dragon. The Gold Falcon and The Silver Wyrm will bring the sequence to its end at last.

      As for the way that the series alternates between past and present lives, think of the structure of a line of Celtic interlace, some examples of which have decorated the various books in this set. Although each knot appears to be a separate figure, when you look closely you can see that they are actually formed from one continuous line. Similarly, this line weaves over and under itself to form the figures. A small section of line seems to run over or under another line to form a knot.

      The past incarnations of the characters in this book and their present tense story really are one continuous line, but this line interweaves to form the individual volumes. Eventually – soon, I hope – the pattern will complete itself, and you will be able to see that the set of books forms a circle of knots.

       Katharine Kerr

PROLOGUE

       Winter, 1117 Bardek

      Always the sorcerer must prepare for hindrances and set-backs. Before any working of great length and import, he must spend long nights in study of the omens, for if the Macrocosm can find a way to defeat him, it will, preferring in its laziness the natural order over any change wrought by our arts, no matter how greatly that change will be to its benefit.

       The Pseudo-Iamblichus Scroll

      ‘Marka, dearest?’ Keeta said. ‘I’m sorry. There’s something wrong with him.’

      Marka tried to answer, but her throat filled with tears. Her youngest son, not yet two years old, sat on a red and blue carpet in a patch of sunlight that spilled through the tent door. He was frowning at the edge of the brightness; over and over again he would reach out a pale brown hand and touch the shadow next to it, then draw his hand back and frown the harder. Tight brown curls hung over his forehead; now and then he would bat at them as if they bothered him, only to forget them again in an instant.

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