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Peter V. Brett（彼得·V.布雷特） 著

图书标签:

• 奇幻
• 冒险
• 沙漠
• 战士
• 英雄
• 部落
• 战斗
• 魔法
• 复仇
• 命运

出版社： Random House

ISBN：9780345524140

商品编码：19017254

包装：平装

出版时间：2011-03-01

页数：672

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：10.67x2.79x17.53cm

编辑推荐

"The most significant and cinematic fantasy epic since The Lord of the Rings. Inspired, compelling, and totally addictive!"
—Paul W. S. Anderson, director of Resident Evil: Afterlife

"Peter V. Brett is one of my favorite new authors."
—Patrick Rothfuss, New York Times bestselling author of The Name of the Wind

内容简介

The sun is setting on humanity. The night now belongs to voracious demons that prey upon a dwindling population forced to cower behind half-forgotten symbols of power. Legends tell of a Deliverer: a general who once bound all mankind into a single force that defeated the demons. But is the return of the Deliverer just another myth? Perhaps not. Out of the desert rides Ahmann Jardir, who has forged the desert tribes into a demon-killing army. He has proclaimed himself Shar'Dama Ka, the Deliverer, and he carries ancient weapons—a spear and a crown—that give credence to his claim. But the Northerners claim their own Deliverer: the Warded Man, a dark, forbidding figure. Once, the Shar'Dama Ka and the Warded Man were friends. Now they are fierce adversaries. Yet as old allegiances are tested and fresh alliances forged, all are unaware of the appearance of a new breed of demon, more intelligent—and deadly—than any that have come before.

作者简介

Peter V. Brett is the author of the Demon Cycle, which includes The Warded Man and The Desert Spear. Raised on a steady diet of fantasy novels, comic books, and Dungeons & Dragons, Brett has been writing fantasy stories for as long as he can remember. He received a bachelor of arts degree in English literature and art history from the University at Buffalo in 1995, then spent more than a decade in pharmaceutical publishing before returning to his bliss. He lives in Brooklyn with his wife, Danielle, their daughter, Cassandra, and an evil cat named Jinx.

精彩书评

"In keeping with the recent trend of starting in the thick of the action, this sequel to 2009's The Warded Man picks up in the heat of Jardir's conquest of the greenlands. This choice may pull in new readers but risks alienating returning ones, since series hero Arlen Bales doesn't even appear until midbook. Jardir, who seemed to mostly be a villain in the first book, is made more sympathetic through a flashback to his childhood warrior training and the machinations of his psychically gifted chief wife, Inevera, who seems part Bene Gesserit and part Lady Macbeth as she plots his rise to power. Romantic entanglements occupy much of the book and lead to an abrupt conclusion that would benefit from a gentler epilogue, but is sure to leave fans on tenterhooks waiting for the last installment."
--Publishers Weekly

精彩书摘

Chapter One

FORT RIZON

:: 333 AR WINTER ::

Fort Rizon's wall was a joke.

Barely ten feet high and only one thick, the entire city's defenses were less than the meanest of a Damaji's dozen palaces. The Watchers didn't even need their steel-shod ladders; most simply leapt to catch the lip of the tiny wall and pulled themselves up and over.

"People so weak and negligent deserve to be conquered," Hasik said. Jardir grunted but said nothing.

The advance guard of Jardir's elite warriors had come under cover of darkness, thousands of sandaled feet crunching the fallow, snow- covered fields surrounding the city proper. As the greenlanders cowered behind their wards, the Krasians had braved the demon- infested night to advance. Even corelings gave berth to so many Holy Warriors on the move.

They gathered before the city, but the veiled warriors did not attack immediately. Men did not attack other men in the night. When dawn's light began to fill the sky, they lowered their veils, that their enemies might see their faces.

There were a few brief grunts as the Watchers subdued the guards in the gatehouse, and then a creak as the city gates opened wide to admit Jardir's host. With a roar, six thousand dal'Sharum warriors poured into the city.

Before the Rizonans even knew what was happening, the Krasians were upon them, kicking in doors and dragging the men out of their beds, hurling them naked into the snow.

With its seemingly endless arable land, Fort Rizon was more populous by far than Krasia, but Rizonan men were not warriors, and they fell before Jardir's trained ranks like grass before the scythe. Those who struggled suffered torn muscle and broken bone. Those who fought, died.

Jardir looked at all of these in sorrow. Every man crippled or killed was one who could not find glory in Sharak Ka, the Great War, but it was a necessary evil. He could not forge the men of the North into a weapon against demonkind without first tempering them as the smith's hammer did the speartip.

Women screamed as Jardir's men tempered them in another fashion. Another necessary evil. Sharak Ka was nigh, and the coming generation of warriors had to spring from the seeds of men, not cowards.

After some time, Jardir's son Jayan dropped to one knee in the snow before him, his speartip red with blood. "The inner city is ours, Father," Jayan said.

Jardir nodded. "If we control the inner city, we control the plain."

Jayan had done well on his first command. Had this been a battle against demons, Jardir would have led the charge himself, but he would not stain the Spear of Kaji with human blood. Jayan was young to wear the white veil of captain, but he was Jardir's firstborn, Blood of the Deliverer himself. He was strong, impervious to pain, and warrior and cleric alike stepped with reverence around him.

"Many have fled," Asome added, appearing at his brother's back. "They will warn the hamlets, who will flee also, escaping the cleansing of Evejan law."

Jardir looked at him. Asome was a year younger than his brother, smaller and more slender. He was clad in a dama's white robes without armor or weapon, but Jardir was not fooled. His second son was easily the more ambitious and dangerous of the two, and they more so than any of their dozens of younger brothers.

"They escape for now," Jardir said, "but they leave their food stores behind and flee into the soft ice that covers the green lands in winter. The weak will die, sparing us the trouble of killing them, and my yoke will find the strong in due time. You have done well, my sons. Jayan, assign men to find buildings suitable to hold the captives before they die from cold. Separate the boys for Hannu Pash. If we can beat the Northern weakness out of them, perhaps some can rise above their fathers. The strong men we will use as fodder in battle, and the weak will be slaves. Any women of fertile age may be bred."

Jayan struck a fist to his chest and nodded.

"Asome, signal the other dama to begin," Jardir said, and Asome bowed.

Jardir watched his white-clad son as he strode off to obey. The clerics would spread the word of Everam to the chin, and those who did not accept it into their hearts would have it thrust down their throats.

Necessary evil.

That afternoon, Jardir paced the thick-carpeted floors of the manse he had taken as his Rizonan palace. It was a pitiful place compared with his palaces in Krasia, but after months of sleeping in tents since leaving the Desert Spear, it was a welcome touch of civilization.

In his right hand, Jardir clutched the Spear of Kaji, using it as one might a walking stick. He needed no support, of course, but the ancient weapon had brought about his rise to power, and it was never far from his grasp. The butt thumped against the carpet with each step.

"Abban is late," Jardir said. "Even traveling with the women after dawn, he should have been here by now."

"I will never understand why you tolerate that khaffit in your presence, Father," Asome said. "The pig-eater should be put to death for even having raised his eyes to look upon you, and yet you take his counsel as if he were an equal in your court."

"Kaji himself bent khaffit to the tasks that suited them," Jardir said. "Abban knows more about the green lands than anyone, and that is knowledge a wise leader must use."

"What is there to know?" Jayan asked. "The greenlanders are all cowards and weaklings, no better than khaffit themselves. They are not even worthy to fight as slaves and fodder."

"Do not be so quick to claim you know all there is," Jardir said. "Only Everam knows all things. The Evejah tells us to know our enemies, and we know very little of the North. If I am to bring them into the Great War, I must do more than just kill them, more than just dominate. I must understand them. And if all the men of the green lands are no better than khaffit, who better than a khaffit to explain their hearts to me?"

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Abban came limping into the room. As always, the fat merchant was dressed in rich, womanly silks and fur-a garish display that he seemed to wear intentionally for the offense it gave to the austere dama and dal'Sharum.

The guards mocked and shoved him as he passed, but they knew better than to deny Abban entry. Whatever their personal feelings, hindering Abban risked Jardir's wrath, something no man wanted.

The crippled khaffit leaned heavily on his cane as he approached Jardir's throne, sweat pearling on his reddened, doughy face despite the cold. Jardir looked at him in disgust. It was clear he brought important news, but Abban stood panting, attempting to catch his breath, instead of sharing it.

"What is it?" Jardir snapped when his patience grew thin.

"You must do something!" Abban gasped. "They are burning the granaries!"

"What?!" Jardir demanded, leaping to his feet and grabbing Abban's arm, squeezing so hard the khaffit cried out in pain. "Where?"

"The north ward of the city," Abban said. "You can see the smoke from your door."

Jardir rushed out onto the front steps, immediately spotting the rising column. He turned to Jayan. "Go," he said. "I want the fires out, and those responsible brought before me."

Jayan nodded and vanished into the streets, trained warriors flowing in behind him like birds in formation. Jardir turned back to Abban.

"You need that grain if you are to feed the people through the winter," Abban said. "Every seed. Every crumb. I warned you."

Asome shot forward, snatching Abban's wrist and twisting his arm hard behind him. Abban screamed. "You will not address the Shar'Dama Ka in such a tone!" Asome growled.

"Enough," Jardir said.

Abban fell to his knees the moment Asome released him, placing both hands on the steps and pressing his forehead between them. "Ten thousand pardons, Deliverer," he said.

"I heard your coward's counsel against advancing into the Northern cold," Jardir said as Abban whimpered on the ground. "But I will not delay Everam's work because of this?.?.?." he kicked at the snow on the steps, "sandstorm of ice. If we need food, we will take it from the chin in the surrounding land, who live in plenty."

"Of course, Shar'Dama Ka," Abban said into the floor.

"You took far too long to arrive, khaffit," Jardir said. "I need you to find your merchant contacts among the captives."

"If they are still alive," Abban said. "Hundreds lie dead in the streets."

Jardir shrugged. "Your fault for being so slow. Go, question your fellow traders and find me the leaders of these men."

"The dama will have me killed the moment I issue a command, even if it be in your name, great Shar'Dama Ka," Abban said.

It was true enough. Under Evejan law, any khaffit daring to command his betters was put to death on the spot, and there were many who envied Abban's place on Jardir's council and would be glad to see his end.

"I will send Asome with you," Jardir said. "Not even the most fanatical cleric will challenge you then."

Abban blanched as Asome came forward, but he nodded. "As the Shar'Dama Ka commands."

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评分☆☆☆☆☆

我必须承认，这本书的开篇着实抓人，但我更惊叹于作者如何将如此庞杂的线索巧妙地编织在一起，最终汇聚成一个震撼人心的高潮。不同背景、不同立场的人物群像被刻画得栩栩如生，没有绝对的好人或坏人，每个人都有其复杂且合理的动机，这使得故事的灰色地带充满了引人入胜的张力。作者对权谋斗争的描写，既有古典的精妙布局，又不失现代叙事的锐利与残酷。每一次阴谋的揭露都伴随着强烈的戏剧性冲击，让我拍案叫绝。我尤其欣赏作者在关键时刻留下的悬念，那种恰到好处的停顿，足以让读者的心跳加速，迫不及待地想知道接下来会发生什么。阅读过程中，我发现自己忍不住开始猜测情节走向，但这本书总能用更出乎意料的方式来推进故事，展现了作者高超的掌控力。对于喜欢精密布局和人性博弈的读者来说，这本书简直是盛宴。

评分☆☆☆☆☆

这本书的语言风格极其独特，带着一种古朴而又充满力量的美感。它不同于当下流行的一些轻快叙事，而是选择了一种更具史诗气质的、沉稳的表达方式，这种风格与故事所承载的厚重主题完美契合。书中的一些比喻和象征手法，需要读者投入一定的思考才能完全领会其妙处，但这正是阅读的乐趣所在——它要求你不仅仅是被动接受信息，更是要主动参与到意义的建构过程中去。我花了大量时间去研究其中一些历史或文化背景的隐喻，感觉自己仿佛进行了一次深度的文化考察。角色之间的情感交流，无论是亲情、友情还是宿命般的爱恋，都处理得极其克制而又深刻，没有矫揉造作的煽情，却能直击心灵最柔软的地方。这本书需要静下心来细细品味，不适合在嘈杂的环境中匆匆翻阅，它值得你为它腾出整块的、不受打扰的时间。

评分☆☆☆☆☆

这本新作简直让人欲罢不能，我一口气读完了好几遍，每一次都有新的感悟。作者的笔力之雄厚，简直可以用“鬼斧神工”来形容。他构建的世界观宏大而又细腻，每一个角落都充满了令人惊奇的细节。我尤其欣赏他对人物内心世界的刻画，那种复杂纠结的情感，真实得让人心疼。主人公的成长轨迹跌宕起伏，他所面对的困境和做出的抉择，无不牵动着读者的心弦。有时候，我甚至感觉自己就是那个在风沙中跋涉的人，与角色同呼吸共命运。书中的对话机锋暗藏，充满了智慧的火花，读起来酣畅淋漓，让人忍不住停下来细细品味那些字里行间蕴含的深意。故事情节的推进如同精密的钟表，环环相扣，每一次转折都出乎意料却又在情理之中。我向所有热爱史诗级叙事和深度人物塑造的读者郑重推荐这本书，它绝对是近年来不可多得的文学瑰宝，值得反复研读，细细品味其无穷的韵味。

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我很少对一本书产生如此强烈的“代入感”，以至于合上书页后，那个世界依旧在脑海中挥之不去。作者对于细节的痴迷令人赞叹，无论是对特定文化仪式一丝不苟的描述，还是对角色穿着习惯的细微勾勒，都显示出其严谨的创作态度和深厚的学养。这种对真实感的极致追求，极大地增强了故事的可信度和沉浸感。我特别留意到作者是如何处理不同文化间的冲突与融合的，处理得非常微妙和富有层次，避免了简单的二元对立，呈现出一种更加复杂和真实的社会图景。这本书的篇幅虽然宏大，但结构却异常清晰，即便是多条故事线并行，作者也能确保读者始终能清晰地把握住故事的主脉络。这是一部需要读者付出努力去阅读，但回报远远大于付出的作品，它在文学价值和娱乐性之间找到了一个近乎完美的平衡点。

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半年才發貨??真是極好的！