“David Anthony Durham has serious chops. I can’t wait to read whatever he writes next."
—George R. R. Martin
David Anthony Durham’s gripping Acacia Trilogy continues with an epic novel where loyalties are tested, new worlds are discovered, and battle lines are being drawn.
A few years have passed since Queen Corinn has usurped control of the Known World—and she now rules with an iron fist. With plans to expand her empire, she sends her brother, Dariel, on an exploratory mission across the sea to The Other Lands. There, he discovers an alliance of tribes that have no interest in being ruled by Queen Corinn and the Akarans. In fact, Dariel’s arrival ignites a firestorm that once more exposes The Known World to a massive invasion, one unlike anything they have yet faced . . .
When the Balbara lookout shouted the alarm, Princess Mena Akaran was up from her campstool in an instant. She broke from the circle where she had been sitting with her officers and climbed the ridge at a run. She drew close to the sharp-eyed young man, sighting down his slim, brown arm and out from his pointing finger across the arid expanse that was central Talay. It took her a moment to see what he did. Even then, it was neither the creature itself she saw nor the party who hunted it. They were too far away. What marked their progress were the billows of smoke from the torches the runners carried--that and a yellow smudge at the rim of the world that must have been dust kicked up by their feet. They seemed to be as far off as the horizon, but the princess knew they would close that distance quickly.
She half slid down the sandy slope and regrouped with her officers. One captain, Melio Sharratt, she assigned to the farthest southern beacon; to the other, Kelis of Umae, went the northern beacon. They already knew what to do, she told them. It was only a matter of seeing it accomplished, timing it perfectly, and having luck on their side. She left it to them to get the others in position and remind them of their instructions, but before she dismissed them she urged them both to act with caution.
"Do you hear me?" she asked, leaning close to the small group. She took Melio by the wrist to remind him of this but did not look in his face. She knew his grin would hold constant, dismissive of the danger moving across the plain toward them. He may have become the head of the Elite, but the role had done nothing to alter him. His longish hair would be cast casually across an eye, often swept aside only to fall in place again. They had wed five years earlier. She had never hidden her love of him from others, but neither did she let it distract her at moments like this. She spoke as if her words were meant for all the hunting party, as, in truth, they were.
"I want nobody dead. Only the foul thing dies today," she said.
"Those words coming from you?" Melio asked. "Will you abide by them yourself, or will this be like last time, with that--"
Mena spoke as if she had not heard him. "Nobody else. That order falls on each of you personally. We've lost too many already."
Her eyes settled on Kelis. The Talayan's gaze was as calm as ever, his skin dark and smooth, his eyes slow moving. It was a face she had grown to deeply care for. In a strange way this Talayan was a living reminder of her eldest brother. Aliver had grown to manhood with him as his companion. Kelis had known her brother during the years that she had been separated from him. Even now, after all the evenings they had spent talking about what her brother had been like then, she still did not feel they had conversed enough. She hoped they would have many evenings more.
She made a point of not meeting Melio's eyes as he moved away. If they were together again, whole, at the end of the day, she would show him just how much she felt for him with all her body. That was the way it had been with them lately: distant as they faced danger, enraptured with each other in the short reprieves afterward.
The next half hour was a whirl of preparations. Moving among soldiers, shouting instructions, checking everything personally, Mena was as slim and leanly muscled and sun burnished as she had been during the war with Hanish Mein. She still wore the sword with which she had swum ashore on Vumu as a girl, but she was far from being that girl. Only an unobservant eye could fail to see that her lithe form contained within it a coiled energy hardened by loss, by war, and by an inner struggle with the deadly gifts that seemed to define her. There was love within her, too, but she kept that on a short tether. It was a softness that was difficult to spot within the Maeben fierceness she so often had to rely upon. Had she the time and the quiet, she would have chosen to settle into the kinder aspects of her nature and come to know them again, but the peace that followed the end of the war with Hanish Mein had hardly allowed it. Maybe when this work was done she could lay down her sword and rest.
She caught her breath only when all the preparations that could be made had been. She climbed back upon the ridge and stood where the lookout had. The chapped skin of Talay spread out before her, miles upon miles baking under a flawless blue sky. She watched the creature take on shape and proportion as it closed the miles, the smoke of its pursuers driving it toward the trap Mena had laid for it.
This was not the first of these foulthings she had faced. Indeed, she had been at the work of hunting them for almost four years now. She had seen eight of them killed, but she'd also lost hundreds of her soldiers in the process. And each time was different. Each creature was its own atrocity and had to be dealt with accordingly. Each trap was an elaborate construction that, if it failed, needed to be abandoned to prepare for some other opportunity.
It began not long after the Santoth had unleashed their twisted magic upon the Mein army. Nobody could say for sure just how the foulthings came to be, but it had something to do with ribbons of the Santoth's song unleashed on the natural creatures of the world, spells that drifted until they lighted upon some living creature. In most cases, the animals were so corrupted by the touch of the Giver's tongue that they died: lamed, malformed, burned or battered or torn one part from another. Many got caught in rips in the fabric of the world that passed through them and left them melded with other objects, joined with trees or stuck fast in rocks or half submerged in the earth. Their carcasses dotted the damaged ground, a feast for vultures.
At first they had believed any creatures touched by the sorcery died because of it. And because many human beings were so touched, many were led mercifully out of this life and on to the next. Nobody wished to see their loved ones live with that sort of corruption on them. The people of Talay, in particular, had always told tales of the lasting damage left by the Santoth during their first angry march into banishment. They took it upon themselves to ensure that their people did not spread any contagion among them.
Most of the burden, however, fell upon the Mein, as they had received the brunt of the sorcerers' fury. As the vanquished enemy, they had little say in their fate. Those who showed signs of contamination were killed, culled just as one might cull sick animals from a herd of livestock. Queen Corinn was firm in her orders on this; and from the first days of her reign few chose to disobey her--not outright, at least.
Dariel might have asserted his rights as a male heir, but he did not. A year after Corinn released their father's ashes and ascended to the throne of Acacia, she gave birth to the nation's heir. Soon after, they began to receive troubling reports. At first Corinn dismissed them as the nightmares of a frightened, fatigued populace. The Antoks had stirred all sorts of fears in people's minds, she explained, and the strange appearance of the Santoth had woken old superstitions. Magic had been unleased upon the world for the first time in twenty-two generations. Of course, the people again trembled at night and concocted stories of beasts that hunted them. Time would heal, Corinn said. The earth would come to rest again and the natural order would sew creation back into its tight weave.
But the reports did not fade as time passed. The sightings, which were sporadic for the first few years, grew more frequent, the witnesses more reliable. What they said differed in the particulars, but all their descriptions had made Mena's skin crawl with growing trepidation. In the hills near Halaly a herd of goatlike creatures cut a swath of devastation. Goatlike, the people said, but in truth only their heads resembled gargantuan likenesses of those animals. Their bodies were squat with numerous, malformed limbs jointed at random places, more like a spider's legs than those of any mammal. They were each as large as an elephant and insatiable. Fortunately, they ate only vegetation and were near as easy to slaughter as domesticated ruminants. Other creatures had different tastes and were not so easy to kill.
The Bethuni spread stories of many-footed serpents that could both slither and run. At first the people thought them amusing, until they began to grow at a rate that frightened them into action. There was a lion with a row of blue eyes along its back, doglike creatures large enough to send laryx scurrying in fright, vultures so mutated by the bounty they had consumed that many of them could no longer fly. Instead they waddled, following their great beaked noses like bands of the plagued.
The people came to understand that these beings had been warped rather than killed by the Santoth. These they called the foulthings. Once Corinn acknowledged them, she ordered them hunted and destroyed. She charged Mena with this mission, giving her a small army and presenting the task as yet another way that her younger sister might carve her name into the pantheon of the Akaran greats.
Mena suspected that Corinn intentionally wished her to be kept busy and kept away from other affairs of the empire. But she could not put the unease she felt into enough order to decide what to do about it. Instead, Mena had set to the hunt. The beasts were real, after all, and who better than Maeben on earth to face them? She and her army ranged far and wide across Talay, from its shores, across its grasslands and deserts, into its hills and mountain reaches, through marshland and even to the great river that marked the boundary with the far south. That dry watercourse she did not cross. She had no desire to awaken the Santoth again. Nobody wished for that.
She faced the creatures one at a time as much as possible. She fought with the help of those in whose territory the hunt took her. It was with Bethuni huntsmen that she had set the fires that consumed the writhing, many-legged aggregation of snake creatures that had grown large enough to swallow dogs and sheep and even children whole. Balbara warriors marched beside her as they cleaned the land of vultures so fat their wings were useless. And with Talayan runners she had tracked the blue-eyed lion across the grasslands, running it to exhaustion before she killed it herself with an overhand thrust of a long pike. It was that act Melio had referred to earlier. Even exhausted and panting, the lion had been a fierce thing, its mouth a great cavern of fanged fury when it roared, its claws five scimitars as they slashed out.
Mena had risked her life to plant the killing blow. She had not truly needed to do it herself, but sometimes she could not control the impulse to. Sometimes she needed to offer her life for the one taken, just to see if her bill was due. Somewhere lurking in the back of her mind was the feeling that the many lives she had ended would someday ask for her own to balance the scales. She did not run from this. Indeed, at times she wanted to embrace it and accept whatever reckoning the spirits offered her. So far, they had offered none. Nine years had passed since the new violence that Corinn called peace had begun. So many times Mena could have died, and yet throughout it all she had rarely suffered more than minor cuts and deep bruises and sprained joints. Perhaps the Giver was saving her for something. Perhaps, but if so, why was he so completely silent, ever absent?
This thing they hunted now--this they had put off as long as they could. It was the third to the last of the giants. She knew of only two others, although she did not want to think of them just now. She had her hands more than full. Watching it approach filled her with fear as great as any she had experienced. It was not just the brute force of it; rather, it was the twisting of the natural order, the possibilities it suggested about what monsters could exist or might come into existence to plague the future. And it was the fact that it had been set upon the world by the very same sorcerers who had twice secured her family's throne. Because of that she felt she owed it to the world to see the foulthings extinguished.
What roared toward her, driven into her trap by torch-carrying Talayan runners, was a monstrosity that came with a shrieking entourage of hundreds of other creatures. Those in the horde were not themselves warped. They were what the Talayans called tentens, primates with long snouts and a carnivore's jaws. They were fierce and dangerous in their own way, but they had long lived on the plains. They ran mostly on all fours and were normally as content to eat groundnuts as they were to hunt smaller monkeys and rodents. No danger to humans as long as they were left alone.
The huge beast they followed ran on two legs in a waddling gait that was fast, humanlike, and more grotesque because of the similarity. Occasionally, it corrected its balance and expressed its outrage by bashing the earth with its knuckled fists. It was woolly-haired with a great brown-red mane about its neck, an ocher and blue snout, and a predator's forward-facing eyes. It stood three times a man's height at the crown of its head. Above this rose two circular horns that added yet another man's height. These horns were the only part of the creature of true beauty, a ridged perfection of form. Beautiful, yes, but not when worn as the headdress on the bellowing thing now closing to within a few hundred yards. Likely, the creature had once been a tenten--explaining why the troop followed it. Some speculated that it had eaten a corrupted corpse of a horned animal and had thus grown horns itself. However it had been created, it was not natural and could not be left alive.
Melio and Kelis had reached their assigned posts. Earlier, they had established a series of piles of brushwood that were spaced in a widemouthed cone shape meant to funnel the foulthing toward a chosen area. As soon as the creature passed between the first of these outposts, the men touched fire to the pyres. Instantly they combusted in audible whooshes of flame and black smoke. The runners pressed on, near enough now that Mena could hear their shouts, bursts of sound peppered throughout the group, meant to further confuse the animals. She knew Melio and Kelis would be joining the runners, taking up their torches, adding their voices to the din. A little closer and another pyre went up, and another after that. Each successive explosion narrowed the pathway the creatures had and directed them toward Mena and the fifty crossbowmen she commanded, each of them with a second who stood just beside him.
Excerpted from The Other Lands by David Anthony Durham. Copyright © 2009 by David Anthony Durham. Excerpted by permission of Anchor, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
David Anthony Durham received the 2009 John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer of Science Fiction for Acacia and The Other Lands (the first two volumes of the Acacia Trilogy). Author of the historical novels Gabriel’s Story, Walk Through Darkness, and Pride of Carthage, he was handpicked by George R.R. Martin to write for his Wild Cards series of collaborative novels.
Praise for David Anthony Durham and The Acacia Trilogy:
“A fascinating world.”
“A big, fat, rich piece of history-flavored fantasy. . . . Imagined with remarkable thoroughness.”
“Gripping. . . . From the first pages of Acacia, Durham demonstrates that he is a master of the fantasy epic.”
—The Washington Post Book World
“Thrilling. . . . Durham’s new world—like our old one—is crawling with wickedly fascinating characters.”
“Transcendent. . . . As fantasy epics go, the ‘Acacia’ trilogy is a direct and worthy descendant of Tolkien.” —Fredericksburg Free Lance-Star
“A truly epic fantasy . . . Superbly written.”
“Something genuinely new. . . . Strong echoes of Homer and Virgil, Tolkien, Norse mythology’s Twilight of the Gods and America’s compromised history as a republic built on slavery fuse into an enthralling, literate and increasingly suspenseful narrative.”
—Kirkus Reviews (starred)
“Never lets up. . . . A very tasty fantasy stew.”
—San Jose Mercury News
“Extraordinary. . . . One of the best books, fantasy or otherwise . . . in recent memory.”
“Excellent. . . . A multi-layered, page-turning series that pushes the envelope of epic fantasy.”
—Contra Costa Times
1. The Other Lands unfolds through the stories of several different characters, moving from place to place and focusing in turn on an array of cultures and peoples. What effect do the frequent changes in location and points of view have on the flow of the novel? To what extent do the separate narrative threads represent different literary conventions and genres? How does Durham draw on the conventions of fantasy adventures and quests; historical fiction; espionage thrillers; family sagas?
2. Do the actions of secondary characters like Sire Neen, Barad, Mór, Rialus, and Delivegu play as vital a role in the novel as the decisions and exploits undertaken by Corinn, Mena, and Dariel? In what ways do their attitudes, ambitions, and the secrets they hold determine the courses followed by the three siblings?
3. When the Santoth unleashed their “twisted magic” on the world, it caused the maiming and deaths of human beings and animals and the creation of the foulthings Mena hunts [p. 25]. What does the appearance of the strange creatures suggest about the consequences of war for both the vanquished and the victors? About the clash between human civilization and the natural world?
4. What do Corinn's descriptions of Mena, Dariel, and Aliver [pp. 108–110, 116], Mena's description of Corinn [p. 85], and Dariel and Corinn's conversation about his mission to the Other Lands [pp. 61–64] reveal about the complicated emotions that color the siblings' views of each other? What do their interactions share with the dynamics of more ordinary families?
5. Has Corinn's ascension to the throne eroded her moral compass? Do the demands upon her as a ruler justify her sending Mena and Dariel on their risky missions, her reaction to the establishment of islands for breeding slaves [pp. 42–43], and her reasons for reintroducing mist [p. 63]? Are her devotion to Aaden as well as her ambitions for him self-serving or do they reflect genuine maternal feelings? To what extent is she motivated by patriotism and the desire to perpetuate the family dynasty?
6. How would you characterize the leaguemen? What qualities have helped them achieve their power? What is the significance of the trading of slaves for “mist,” a drug that numbs the minds of ordinary people? Are there similarities between these wily traders and the corporations and politicians involved in the global market today?
7. Barad, the rebel leader, speaks of Prince Aliver with great respect [pp. 69–73]; Melio muses about what the world would have been like had Aliver lived [p. 84]; and Kelis provides highly personal tributes to Aliver's appeal as a man [pp. 120–121, p.391]. What insights do these and other passages in the novel offer into Aliver's character and his strengths as a leader? Does Corinn’s knowledge of history and the real problems she faces as queen make her a better judge of Aliver and his dreams of remaking the world [p. 323]?
8. Barad declares that the defeat of Akaran rule will come from “ a unity of action among the common people. . . . We will win because we are right, our cause is just, and the world cannot remain blind to it forever” [p. 142]. Does Barad's belief that his charge was “given to him by the Giver and through Aliver's voice” [p. 143] strengthen his case and his resolve? Why is he eager to enlist King Grae as an ally [pp. 221–232]? Compare Barad's motives, strategies, and the tenor of his speeches to those of historical and contemporary figures who have led—or tried to lead—popular uprisings.
9. What does Dariel learn about himself and the limits of power and position during his captivity [pp. 256–263; pp. 359–369]? How does the time he spends with Tunnel, Skylene, and Mór alter the assumptions he previously held? What is the relevance of the physical and ethnic differences within Mór’s resistance movement? Does her ability to unite such a diverse group demonstrate that class divisions play a more powerful role in society than do ethnic or racial differences?
10. What is the nature of Mena and Melio’s relationship? What does each one of them contribute to the marriage? Are you sympathetic to Melio’s point of view [p. 182, p. 489–491]? Why does Mena’s bond with Elya so profoundly affect her and her views of marriage and motherhood?
11. “That’s what wrong with the Auldek. They thought they had bargained for a blessing; instead they got an everlasting curse. They live on, bodies the same, souls more and more twisted. That’s the curse of the soul catcher” [p. 441]. Using the Auldek as a starting point, discuss the impact immortality might have on an individual and on society as a whole. Why is the inability of the Auldek (and the People) to bear children a powerful metaphor for the condition of oppressed people?
12. Corinn contemplates the nature and burdens of power throughout The Other Lands [p. 36, p. 49, pp. 274–75, p. 374, p. 521, for example]. Do her opinions change or evolve, and, if so, what influences these changes? Is she driven entirely by external events, or does she develop a better (or different) understanding of human emotions and needs? Are the decisions she makes at the end of the book—giving her subjects a new powerful narcotic [pp. 525–526]; imprisoning Dariel’s pregnant concubine [p. 533]; creating a vast military force led by Mena; and singing the Song of Elenet, by which she “peeled back the barriers between life and death” [p. 597] —necessary to the preservation of her empire?
13. The interplay of human nature and magical forces in the fates of individuals is a common theme in fairy tales and folklore. What familiar tales or myths do the events, creatures, or characters in The Other Lands bring to mind? Does Durham add new elements or twists to the classic model?
14. Throughout the novel, the leaders of various factions use ancient legends to explain or defend their positions. What role do national mythologies play in political life? How are they used or misused by the those in power and by the opposition in The Other Lands?
15. There is a strong spiritual element in the novel, from the mystical aura surrounding the Santoth to the miraculous power of The Song of Elenet. What does the song signify within the spiritual traditions of the Known World? In what ways is it comparable to holy books (the Bible and the Koran, for example) of real-world religions? The story of Elenet and the biblical story of Adam are almost identical [p. 305]. What other biblical echoes appear in the novel? Discuss, for example, the qualities Shen shares with revered figures in the Judeo-Christian tradition [p. 198, pp. 306–307, p. 386–387]; the meaning of the Santoth's journey into exile [p. 394]; and why and how the Santoth become Shen’s guardians and protectors [p. 469].
16. One of Durham’s previous novels, The Pride of Carthage, was set in ancient Rome. Are there similarities between the society and government depicted in The Other Lands and what you have read about (or seen in movies) about the Roman Empire? What other historical references are there and how do they contribute to the authenticity of the imagined world of the novel?
17. The Other Lands also presents situations that mirror those of contemporary times. What economic and environmental problems correspond to those of our world today? What family, sexual, or social issues are explored? Does the treatment of these issues shed light on our own behavior, failings, and prejudices?
18. If you have read Acacia: The War with the Mein, consider how the main characters have developed? Have Corinn, Mena, and Dariel achieved more or less than you anticipated? Does The Other Lands provide answers to questions raised in the first volume? In what ways has Durham broadened the focus and theme of the epic in this sequel? What are your predictions for the third volume in the series? Which characters do you think will become more important?
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