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Authors: Tracy Hickman

Blood of the Emperor

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B
LOOD
of the
EMPEROR

DAW Books Presents
TRACY HICKMAN’S

The Annals of Drakis:

SONG OF THE DRAGON (Book One)

CITADELS OF THE LOST (Book Two)

BLOOD OF THE EMPEROR (Book Three)

Tracy
HICKMAN

B
LOOD
of the
EMPEROR

THE ANNALS OF DRAKIS: Book Three

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Copyright © 2012 by Tracy and Laura Hickman.

All Rights Reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-101-59753-8

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First Printing, July 2012

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Dedicated to:
CPT Justin Cuff
and the service men and women of
B Battery, 2-17 Field Artillery, 2-2 SBCT
With our gratitude forever.

T
ABLE
OF
C
ONTENTS

B
OOK 1:
M
AN
O
F
P
ROPHECY

Chapter 1:
Port Glorious

Chapter 2:
Wary Travelers

Chapter 3:
Spoils of War

Chapter 4:
Upside Down

Chapter 5:
Haunted

Chapter 6:
Deliberations

Chapter 7:
The Secret

Chapter 8:
Obligations

Chapter 9:
The Quest

Chapter 10:
Initiatives

Chapter 11:
Hammer’s Fall

Chapter 12:
Dark Heart

Chapter 13:
Conjuration

Chapter 14:
Due Haste

Chapter 15:
Imperial Utterance

Chapter 16:
Shebin’s Blessing

Chapter 17:
Risks

Chapter 18:
Uprisings

Chapter 19:
The Gift

Chapter 20:
The Mournful Road

Chapter 21:
Best Interests

Chapter 22:
A Place Called Home

Chapter 23:
In His Name

Chapter 24:
Below the Horizon

Chapter 25:
Tjarlas

Chapter 26:
Unavoidable

B
OOK 2:
T
HE
T
IDE

Chapter 27:
Dawning

Chapter 28:
Siege

Chapter 29:
Dragonflight

Chapter 30:
Collapse

Chapter 31:
Consequences

Chapter 32:
Between Evils

Chapter 33:
Nothing at All

Chapter 34:
So Far to Fall

Chapter 35:
By a Thread

Chapter 36:
Endgame

Chapter 37:
Something to Believe in

Chapter 38:
Pyres

Book 1:

M
AN OF
P
ROPHECY

C
HAPTER
1

Port Glorious

T
HEY WERE COMING out of the east.

The dust of their line of march was made a brilliant orange-red by the rising sun on the horizon behind it.

It’s an army,
Qistan thought,
and it’s coming right at me.

Governor-general Qistan Sha-Barethin, elven commander, stood on the wall of Port Glorious above Emperor’s Gate sweating profusely beneath his armor. Perspiring was something that elves did only in intense heat or under extreme duress. This day accounted for both and so the gray-faced war-mage gazed out over the gently rolling landscape and reached up with increasing frequency to mop his brow with the hem of his cloak of office. It was a disgraceful act of disrespect for the symbol of his office but Qistan was as far from the Imperial Courts of Rhonas as it was possible to be and still be considered within the boundaries of the Empire. It was one of the places where the Imperial Grace sent his sons who were better off forgotten. Qistan’s previous offenses had earned him the longest road home possible. It was a road which he was certain now he would not have the opportunity to take.

Qistan offered up a quick prayer in his mind to the god Anjei—the god of all seeing and hearing—in the hopes that the god might pass along knowledge of his plight to someone—anyone—who might give him some aid. He turned around, looking over the port city and realizing that it simply was not important enough for the Emperor to care
what happened to it. The seaside village known as Port Glorious came nowhere near living up to its name. There was his own Governor’s House, which, despite being the largest structure in over a hundred leagues, proved to be the most modest of residences by elven standards. It was also the only building in the port town that followed the traditional elven design of a subatria foundation and the floating avatria above it. Clinging to the outer wall of the subatria were the hovels and ramshackle shops of the inner city, which appeared as though children had poured out toy buildings within the confines of the city wall and then dragged a narrow stick among them to create the alleys that passed for roads. The city wall itself was of elven construction and enclosed the city on three sides before projecting out into the waters of the bay and ending at a pair of towers surrounded by battlements. Proxis could mount the battlements to defend the city from an attack by sea while his own full Cohort of warriors—nearly seven hundred strong—could defend the city proper from atop the walls.

Or they
could
defend the city, Qistan thought grimly, if so many things weren’t going wrong.

From the wall of the inner city and his perch above the Emperor’s Gate, he searched the horizon. The wide expanse of Mistral Bay lay to the south, its waters lapping up gently along the long curve of the shoreline that ran eastward before turning south down the peninsula to the port town of Markrethold some twenty-five leagues away. There had been no word or ships from Markrethold in nearly a week and no communication with Glachold and the Willow Reaches for a week longer still. The elven supply ships out of Shellsea were also overdue and Qistan was beginning to feel truly isolated in his port.

If that were all, he still would not be standing here sweating. Ships were often late and messages from Markrethold and Glachold were tenuous at best. There were two things that truly concerned him.

The first was that the Aether Well was acting peculiarly. The Well had failed altogether two weeks ago. The avatria of his Governor’s House had settled onto the subatria and threatened to fall over altogether. The Aether had returned to the Well, fortunately, but the Aether output was greatly reduced. It was barely sufficient to keep the avatria above the foundations and left precious little more for defense of the port. The few slaves that were in Port Glorious fell out of their Devotions
and most of them had to be put down. Qistan had yet to determine what might be causing such a terrible drain of Aether.

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