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Very slowly we get to know what drives the hero: "The adventurer who had three times accomplished the impossible still woke sweating from his sleep, the outcries from unknown nightmares stifled behind iron control. Other nights, Korendir avoided his dreams altogether; hours at a stretch he would pace the cliffs by moonlight."

Nice way with words: "enraged beyond self-preservation, Cyondide channelled the sum of his being against the mortal who had mocked him. The rock glowed red, melted, and reformed into a permanent epitaph of wrath."

This author knows her sailing lingo: "The mast whipped against the stays. Lines chafed and fittings rattled, and the rudder banged at her pins, despite stout lines of lashing. Toward midnight, drifting ice ground into the aft anchor rode. Chain snapped off at the hawse, and Carcadonn slewed in a bucking arc..."

Wicked witch is dead, and the wardstone recovered. Now off to sea, to battle a weather elemental. ...the sailmakers labored to sew a doubly reinforced storm jib. “ ‘Tis more an elephant sling than a sail,” grumbled the master designer. Taut-lipped, Korendir silenced the craftsman’s complaint with gold."

a pair of rubies pried from the eyes of Nallga’s figurehead. “I’ll build myself a holdfast,” he said carefully. “The defenses will become the death of any man who tries to break in.” “That’s well beyond price of your gems,” Haldeth pointed out. Korendir rattled the stones like dice in his palm. “These should buy me a horse and a good sword. I’ve heard any man who lifts the Blight of Torresdyr will inherit a..."