The Desert Spear: Book Two Of The Demon Cycle by Peter V. BrettThe Desert Spear: Book Two Of The Demon Cycle by Peter V. Brett

The Desert Spear: Book Two Of The Demon Cycle

byPeter V. Brett

Mass Market Paperback | March 1, 2011

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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.

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Peter V. Brett is the internationally bestselling author of The Warded Man, The Desert Spear, The Daylight War, and The Skull Throne. 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 lit...
Title:The Desert Spear: Book Two Of The Demon CycleFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:672 pages, 6.84 × 4.15 × 1.06 inPublished:March 1, 2011Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Thesa continues Continuation from the first book, Warded Man, only this begins by changing characters to his Krasian friend who betrayed him and left him for dead and his quest for world domination. About half way through main characters change back to the Warded Man and the others from the Warded Man and their preparation for the coming invasion. Overall an excellent book.
Date published: 2017-09-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! What i loved about book 2 was that it gave a different prospective on what fellow demon slayers. The friendships and the hardships that Arlen makes. This book like the first one swallows you into the story and you can't stop reading it!
Date published: 2017-02-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love This book was poetry....and then i realized i was reading book 2 lol
Date published: 2016-12-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Good continuation I actually enjoyed the new point of view in this book, it gave us a better comprehension of the desert tribe. It got me past my annoyance with the stereotypes i found, and The story progressed in the good way, can't wait to finish "daylight war"
Date published: 2016-11-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Wonderful! I enjoyed the shifts in perspective. Character development is amazing. I'm looking forward to reading Book 3.
Date published: 2015-06-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fast paced Keeps you curious right until the end!
Date published: 2014-07-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Worth every second! An amazing piece of literature! Well paced and so interesting that I couldn't put it down! Can't wait to dive into the next ones!!!
Date published: 2014-06-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Desert Spear It just gets better and better. It's now my favourite fantasy series!
Date published: 2014-05-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Desert Spear It just gets better and better. It's now my favourite fantasy series!
Date published: 2014-05-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome Great book..everyone should read this series.
Date published: 2014-03-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great read... ... if you can get over the annoying and obvious Islam stereotypes.
Date published: 2014-01-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome Book! I loved the first and now this second book. The story has been awesome and I would rate this author and this series as being amongst the best that I have read. As good as Terry Goodkind, Patrick Rothfuss. Looking forward to reading the third book! A great story, the story moves, all the characters are interesting. A very well written series.
Date published: 2013-09-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The desert spear First 200 pages were slow but afterwards it really picked up. I fully recommend if you enjoyed the first.
Date published: 2013-08-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great story Love these books and love this author. He writes so vivid and exciting it's such a treat to read. Love the. Highly recommend.
Date published: 2013-04-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loving the series Desert Spear is even better than its predecessor, I have enjoyed reading both and can not wait for the next book in The Demon Cycle.
Date published: 2013-03-18
Rated 3 out of 5 by from A fantasy romp. Great fun. Easy reading. A bizarre romp with the demons that will serve up the escape we all occasionally seek. Enjoy it.
Date published: 2013-03-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent! Just as amazing as the first book, u would highly recommend it!
Date published: 2013-03-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Imaginative Loved every minute of this book
Date published: 2013-03-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Wow. Surpasses the first book in every respect! A great read. Wow. As The Warded Man wrapped up, I thought I knew precisely where the story was going, with the ominous march of the Deliverer's army across the desert setting up the next logical chapter. Imagine my surprise when The Desert Spear opened not with their march, and not with the Painted Man's journey, but with the introduction of a new class of demon. Peter V. Brett raises the stakes right from page one, exposing us to a hierarchy of cold, calculating princes and sinister mimics within the demon ranks. It takes a while before we make our way back to this new threat, but it makes for a climactic ending that puts many similar novels to shame. As if that weren't enough of a shock to system, Brett takes the bold step of rewinding matters to the opening chronology of the first novel, and then switching the dominant focus from Arlen (the Painted Man) to Jardir (the Deliver). We get to re-experience much of their relationship, this time from the other side, providing deeper insights into just who Jardir is, and what made him the kind of man who could so coldly put duty and destiny before comradeship. Like I said, it's a bold move, establishing him as a protagonist in his own right, rather than just the villain he seemed set up to be in the first book. It took me a while to settle into his world, anxious as I was to get on with the story, but I really appreciate the way in which it creates a conflicted sense of loyalty for the author, the reader, and the characters. Jardir's opening arc ends with the first stage of his Northern conquest, and that's largely where the core plot stops moving forward. It's another gamble on Brett's part, taking us to what we expect to be the main thrust of the novel, and then hitting 'pause' on the war. Instead, what he does is layer on the character development, bringing back all the key characters from the first book. If that sounds like a complaint, it most definitely is not. He allows his characters to mature, to grow, to explore their relationships, and to take on new responsibilities within a world on the cusp of war. Main characters become fully-fleshed out, with Arlen, Leesha, Rojer, and Jardir carrying the weight of the tale, but even the secondary characters taking on new life. It's interesting the way in which Brett adds a political aspect to the story, offering us an alternative to war that relies on the tenuous relationships of challenged, damaged individuals. The culture clash is just as harsh as you would expect, and the ways in which it's dealt with are as entertaining as they are original. I truly appreciated how Leesha and Rojer became involved in Jardir's world, and the long-simmering conflict between Leesha and Inevera was a high point of the tale. It's not just a culture clash between the North and the South, however, but between those who would fight and those who would hide. In taking his wards to the people, the Painted Man demands that they prove themselves up to the challenge of making use of those wards. It's a journey that ultimately leads him back to Renna, with their relationship forged anew, contributing to an ending that's as dark and dangerous as it is exciting. At this point, I'm not entirely sure what to expect with The Daylight War, given the ways in which Brett so surprised me with the transition between the first two volumes. I do know that I'm far more invested in the characters than I was in the first volume, and that the revelations regarding demon hierarchies has me intrigued to see where he's taking the story next. The Demon Cycle is quickly proving to be a favourite of mine, with the back-to-back-to-back journey between books precisely the kind of exhilarating ride I always envy in readers who are new to a series.
Date published: 2013-02-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome book Great book I have read it 3x already
Date published: 2013-02-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Desert Spear As amazing as the first one! I couldn't put this book down and actually dropped a few of the other things I was reading so that I would have more time for this book. The only thing I'd like to point out about this book is that the whole first section is about Jadir. At first I was more interested in learning about what Arlen was up to, but the more I read about Jadir the more and more interested I became. Can't wait for book three!
Date published: 2012-08-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Imaginative and brilliant! This is the sequel to The Warded Man, another book I gave a 5 star review. This one was equally as brilliant. The story is magnificently woven. It's a whole new direction for fantasy. None of the typical fantasy vices of elves and dwarfs and dragons, but a entirely new breed of evil, and written perfectly. But as brilliant as it was, it was not as good as the first. I found the book jumped around too much, following too many plot lines. I've never been a big fan of books that spend a few chapters here and a few chapters there, but that really is just personal preference. I don't like to be taken away from a story line when I am really into it. Doesn't change the fact that I loved this book. I don't reread very often, but I can see this series as a reread in the future.
Date published: 2011-07-20

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Chapter OneFORT 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."From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

“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