![]() Siris writhed, but hands grabbed his head and jerked it to the side. A weight slammed him backward against the wall. Siris pulled his foot back and rolled to his feet. His primal instincts knew where his enemy would be, and he kicked upward into a soft stomach. ![]() Those shadows caught him, tripped him, then slammed him back against the ground. He opened his eyes to a blurry world of shadows and filtered light. He took a deep breath and threw himself to his feet, turning to swing. His face resting in a pool of nearly dried blood, sticky against his skin. All went black.ĬONSCIOUSNESS returned to Siris like an eagle spreading its wings. He had to- The hands smashed Siris’s face down into the stone ground. Vision blurry, Siris twisted, trying to claw at the hands holding him. A knee against his back forced him down to the cold stone. He had only a few moments before- Hands grabbed his hair, yanking his head upward. ”ĬHAPTER ONE SIRIS SNAPPED open his eyes and rolled. It’s well past time that someone heard them. Stories like rats in the wheat, fat and glutted upon my thoughts and memories. PROLOGUE “YOU WANT stories of Siris, do you? Stories of the Deathless who fought for ordinary men?” “Yes.” “Stories of the youth reborn a thousand times, raised in each incarnation to try-and fail-to slay the God King? Stories of the man who did not know he was immortal?” “Yes.” “Stories of Siris abandoned? Locked in the Vault of Tears, betrayed by the Worker of Secrets? Left to rot by the one who should have been his ally? These are the stories you seek?” “They are.” “Well, good.
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