Transcendence: Book Two of the Second DemonWars Saga by R.a. SalvatoreTranscendence: Book Two of the Second DemonWars Saga by R.a. Salvatore

Transcendence: Book Two of the Second DemonWars Saga

byR.a. Salvatore

Mass Market Paperback | April 29, 2003

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It is the summer of 839. Brave and beautiful Brynn Dharielle sets out on a daring mission to free her beloved homeland from tyrannical rule. But she cannot imagine the depth of chaos, corruption, and betrayal that seethes admist a ruthless sect of warrior priests, led and manipulated by an evil chieftain who conceals a dark, age-old secret.

For Brynn and her trusted elven companion, the way to Behren turns into a fierce and illuminating voyage beneath the Belt-and-Buckle mountains. And while they face many dangers, the knowledge they acquire will have profound implications for the future of the elven valley, a land shaped by the plotting of a queen desperate to hold onto her magic.

Meanwhile, by the time Brynn reaches the land where she once saw her parents murdered, the seeds of revolution are already flourishing. For a courageous young woman and her elven mentor, the first salvo of a sweeping battle has begun–one that will threaten to destroy the heart and soul of their world.

The eagerly anticipated new novel in R. A. Salvatore’s Second DemonWars saga, Transcendence is an extraordinary adventure that introduces a remarkable new hero–and explores the mysteries of enlightenment and the art of war . . . in a dazzling epic of the imagination.
R. A. Salvatore was born in Massachusetts in 1959. He is the acclaimed author of the DemonWars trilogy: The Demon Awakens, The Demon Spirit, and The Demon Apostle, as well as Mortalis, The Bastion of Darkness, the New York Times bestseller Star Wars® The New Jedi Order: Vector Prime, and the novel based on the screenplay, Star Wars: At...
Title:Transcendence: Book Two of the Second DemonWars SagaFormat:Mass Market PaperbackPublished:April 29, 2003Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Nice Change of pace in the Demon Wars Saga Brynn Dharielle takes centre stage after being briefly introduced earlier in the series. Now that she has completed her training she is off to free her people the To-Gai from their enslavement at the hands of the Behrenese. Though focusing mainly on new characters, some old stand-bys share Brynn's story as we hit the penultimate chapter of the Demon Wars Saga. I think the change of setting helps to keep the series for getting tired as the previous book was one where I was starting to lose interest. Now I look forward to the conclusion of this 7 Part Epic (11 if including the Saga of the First King which took place in the same world, many years earlier). All that being said, I am happier reading Salvatore's Forgotten Realms novels over the Corona series.
Date published: 2012-01-18
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Gotta love R.A. Salvatore If you follow the DemonWar Saga series this book was follows a new story line with all new character(and some classic characters from other books aswell)......I thought this book was a good read, and a fresh new look at the southern lands of Corona
Date published: 2005-04-20

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Brynn Dharielle looked back over her shoulder repeatedly as sheslowly paced her pinto mount, Diredusk, along the descending mountaintrail. Though she had only been on the road for a half hour be-yondthe edge of Andur'Blough Inninness, the enchanted elven valley, theridges that marked the place were already lost from sight. The mountainouslandscape, was a natural maze that had been enhanced by the magic ofLady Dasslerond of the Touel'alfar to be unsolvable. Brynn had marked thetrail well along her route, but she understood that she would have a hardtime finding her way back--even if she were to turn about right then.This was the first time Brynn had been out of that misty valley in adecade, and she truly felt as if she was leaving her home. The Touel'alfar,the diminutive, translucent-winged elves of Corona, had come to her whenshe was a child of ten, orphaned and alone on the rugged and unforgivingsteppes of To-gai, far to the south. They had taken her in and given her foodand shelter. And even more importantly to Brynn, they had given her lifepurpose. They had trained her and made her a ranger.And now they were sending her home to find her destiny.The young brown-skinned woman crinkled her face at that thought, asshe continued to stare back along the trail behind her, to the place that sheknew to be her real home, the place she would likely never see again. Tearsmisted in her almond-shaped brown eyes, the sparkling eyes of a child, still,though so much had they seen. Already she missed Aydrian, the fourteen-year-old who had shared some of her training. Many times, Brynn hadfound the boy to be exasperating, often infuriating. But the truth was, hewas the only other human she had seen in these last ten years, and she lovedhim like a brother.A brother she would likely never see again.Brynn shook her head forcefully, her raven hair flying wildly, and point-edlyturned back to the trail heading south. Certainly leaving the valley wasa sacrifice for Brynn, a dismissal of the trappings and the companionshipthat had made the place her home. But there was a reason for her departure,she reminded herself, and if the pain of this loss was the greatest sacrificeshe would be expected to make, then her road would be easier by farthan anyone, herself included, had ever imagined possible.Her future was not her own to decide. No, that road had been laid out beforeher a decade before, when the Behrenese Yatol priests and their armieshad tightened their grip on To-gai, had abolished almost completely the lastremnants of a culture that had existed for thousands of years. Brynn's roadhad been set from the moment Tohen Bardoh, an orange-robed Yatol priest,had lifted his heavy falchion and lopped off her father's head; from the momentTohen and his lackeys had dragged off her mother, eventually killingher, as well.Brynn's jaw tightened. She hoped that Tohen Bardoh was still alive. Thatconfrontation alone would be worth any sacrifice.Of course, Brynn understood keenly that this journey, this duty, wasabout much more than personal gain. She had been trained for a specificreason, a destiny that was bigger than herself. She was to return to the coldand windy steppes of harsh To-gai, the land she loved so much, and findthose flickers of what had once been. She, little Brynn Dharielle, just overfive feet tall and barely weighing a hundred pounds, was to fan that flickerinto a flame, then feed the flame with the passion that had burned withinher since that fateful day a decade ago. She was to find the To-gai spirit, toremind her fierce and proud people of who they truly were, to unite themany divided tribes in the cause against a deserving enemy: the YatolledBehrenese, the Chezru.If the plan went as Brynn and the elves hoped, then Brynn would be theharbinger of war and all the land south of the great Belt-and-Buckle Mountainswould be profoundly changed.That was the hope of Lady Dasslerond, who rarely involved herself in theaffairs of humans, and that was the burning hope of Brynn Dharielle. Liberation,freedom, for the To-gai-ru would avenge her parents, would allowthem to sleep more comfortably in their graves."We will move down to the east, along that open stone to the tree line,"came a melodic voice from the side and above. Brynn looked up to the topof a boulder lining the rocky trail to see a figure far more diminutive thanshe. Belli'mar Juraviel of the Touel'alfar, her mentor and companion,looked back at her with his golden eyes. His hair, too, was the color of sunlight,and his features, though angular, with the high cheekbones and pointyears characteristic of all of the Touel'alfar, somehow exuded gentleness.Brynn glanced back once again toward the land that had been her home."Keep your eyes ahead," Juraviel remarked. "Andur'Blough Inninness isno more to you than a dream now.""A pleasant dream," Brynn replied, and Juraviel grinned."They say that memories often leave out the more terrible scenes."Brynn looked at him hard for a moment, but when he started laughing,she understood his meaning well. Indeed, there had been many hard timesfor Brynn in Andur'Blough Inninness, under the tutelage of the often-sternelves, including Belli'mar Juraviel--though he was considered by his kin tobe among the most kindhearted of the people. Particularly Brynn's earlyyears in the valley had been filled with seemingly impossible trials. Theelves had pushed her to the very limits of her physical and emotional being,and often beyond those limits--not to break her, but to make her stronger.And they had succeeded. Indeed they had! Brynn could fight with swordand bow, could ride as well as any of the people of To-gai, who were put onthe back of the sturdy ponies before they could even walk. And more importantly,the Touel'alfar had given her the mental toughness she wouldneed to hold true to her course and see it through. Yes, she wanted revengeon Tohen Bardoh--indeed she did!--but she understood that such personaldesires could not supersede the greater reason for this journey. Shewould hold fast to the course and the cause.Juraviel left that part of the discussion right there, and so did Brynn, followingthe elf's gaze to the sloping stone facing he had indicated. Brynnfrowned, not thrilled with the angle."Diredusk will have trouble navigating that," she stated. She looked backto her pinto pony, who stood calmly munching grass and seemed not tomind the saddlebags he carried, full of food stuffs and bedrolls for the pair.Juraviel nodded. "We will get him through. And once we cross under thecanopy of the trees, the ground will be softer under his hooves and the trailwill slope more gently."Brynn looked down to those trees, rows of evergreens neatly defined byelevation, and frowned again. The ground down there didn't look very levelto her."We will be out of the mountains soon enough," Juraviel said, seeing herthoughts clearly reflected on her pretty face."Sooner if we had gone straight to the east, then turned south," the irascibleBrynn had to say, for she and Juraviel had spent the better part of theprevious week arguing about this very topic. Considering what Brynn hadbeen told about this mountain range, which ran more north-south thaneast-west, they certainly could have gotten to flatter ground more quicklyby heading to the east."Yes, and then poor Diredusk would be running swiftly until he droppedfrom exhaustion, or until the goblin hordes caught up to us. Or until hemired down in the mud," Juraviel said, again with a chuckle. That had beenhis argument from the beginning, for the lands immediately east of themountains were far from hospitable, with goblins and swamps and greatareas of muddy clay."A Touel'alfar and a ranger, afraid of goblins," came Brynn's huffingreply."A Touel'alfar wise enough to know that danger is best defeated by avoid-ingit altogether," Juraviel corrected. "And a ranger too proud and too stub-bornto recognize that her body, though hardened by our training, is notimpervious to a goblin spear! You have heard of Mather, uncle of Elbryan,great-uncle of Aydrian. " 'Twere goblins that struck him down."Juraviel started to turn away, and so Brynn took the opportunity to stickher tongue out at him. He looked back immediately, catching her in the act,and just sighed and shook his head, hardly surprised. For surely Belli'marJuraviel was used to such playful behavior from this one, named by many ofthe Touel'alfar as the most irreverent--and irresistible--of any of the hu-mansthey had ever taken in for training. Brynn saw the world differentlyfrom most humans, and had done so even before falling under the demand-inginfluences of the Touel'alfar. Despite the darkness that had found her ata young age, she remained the one with the brightest and most sinceresmile, the one willing to solve any problem thrown her way through cunningand wit as much as through disciplined training.That was the charm of Brynn Dharielle, and also, to Juraviel's thinking, itwas the strength that would carry her through this, her ultimate trial, wheresadness and guilt loomed large in places unexpected.If anything could.From the Hardcover edition.