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Lynn Flewelling is best known for her Nightrunner series, as well as the Tamir Triad, and her work appears in a dozen languages. She also maintains a lively online presence with her website and her Live Journal, “Talk in the Shadows.” Born in northern Maine, Flewelling is happily transplanted in Redlands, California, with her husband and too many animals.

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Chapter One

Safe Harbor

DYING—even for just a little while—took a lot out of a person. Alec and his companions had arrived in Gedre last night and Alec had managed to stay on his horse as they rode up from the harbor to the clan house, but he’d spoiled it by fainting in the courtyard. Mydri had taken one sharp look at him and packed him off to bed in a room overlooking the harbor. And when their host saw Sebrahn, Riagil í Molan had ordered that the rhekaro stay hidden, too. Given Sebrahn’s strange appearance, Alec could hardly blame him. 

Winter rain lashed against the window across the room and the wind moaned in the chimney. Gedre harbor was barely visible, the ships anchored there just dark smudges in the mist. After their stormy crossing from Plenimar, it was rather nice to be in a soft bed that didn’t roll under him. He had no idea what time it was. When he’d awakened, Seregil was already gone, no doubt to speak with his sisters or their host, the khirnari. 

Sebrahn was curled up on the cushions of the window seat, gazing out—though at what it was impossible to say. The rhekaro might haveAlec’s childhood features, but it was impossible to pass him off as an ordinary child. His pale, silver-white hair hung nearly to the floor behind him. His white skin looked ghostly in the grey light, and his silver eyes were the color of steel. Riagil’s wife, Yhali, had replaced the rags Sebrahn had arrived in with soft Aurënfaie tunics, knitted stockings, and shoes that fit him, though Sebrahn seemed confused by the latter and kept taking them off. Just as any little child might do— 

But he’s not a child, is he? 

Pushing that thought away, Alec reached for the mug Mydri had left on the bedside table and sipped the medicinal broth. His hand shook a bit, spilling a few drops down the front of his nightshirt. 

He and Seregil had been in desperate condition when Micum and Thero had found them in Plenimar, but Sebrahn had been even worse. He was made of magic and had used a staggering amount to kill their pursuers in the Plenimaran wilderness, bring Alec back from Bilairy’s gate, and heal both Seregil and Alec. For the first few days of the voyage they feared that the wizened, depleted little rhekaro might have used himself up. Too weak to get out of his bunk, Alec had fed Sebrahn several times a day, squeezing blood from his fingertip onto the rhekaro’s little grey tongue.After a few days of this Sebrahn grew more alert and continued to improve. And today he seemed nearly himself again. 

Alec wondered how long Riagil and Mydri were going to keep him shut away up here. His long linen nightshirt was fresh, but he hadn’t had a proper bath since they’d escaped from the alchemist’s villa almost two weeks ago. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, which hung halfway down his back—lank and dirty. His fingers caught in snarls and tangles. Stretching out one long blond strand, he wondered—not for the first time—whether he should just cut it off, as Seregil had sacrificed his during their escape. Sebrahn was squirming around now. One by one, the borrowed shoes fell to the floor. The alchemist, Charis Yhakobin, had created the rhekaro to be nothing more than a sexless, voiceless tool—one whose unnatural flesh and strange white blood could, according to Yhakobin, be distilled for some kind of potent elixir. But Sebrahn and his illfated predecessor had been much more than that. Sebrahn might be sexless, but he was not voiceless, or mindless, either. 

“What do you see?” asked Alec. 

Sebrahn turned to look at him. “Ahek.” 

Alec chuckled. His name had been Sebrahn’s first halting word. Since then, he’d managed a few more for people, things, and a few actions. Understanding was another matter. Strangely, it didn’t seem to matter whether you spoke Skalan, ’faie, or Plenimaran to him. Tell him cup, tyxa, or kupa, and if there was one in the room, he would fetch it. Sebrahn left the window seat and joined Alec on the bed, leaning against his side. Alec touched the rhekaro’s soft, cool little hand, noting the thin scars that ringed the base of several fingers where they’d grown back after Yhakobin cut them off for some experiment. 

Why didn’t you sing to save yourself? 

Alec gathered him close again, his heart beating a little faster. “No one is going to hurt you again, or take you away. If they try, we’ll leave.” 

Sebrahn looked around the room, then pointed out the window and said in his raspy little voice, “Leeeve.” 

“That’s right. On a ship. Can you say ‘ship’?” 

Sebrahn was not interested. 

“Chamber pot.” 

The rhekaro slipped off the bed and pulled the required vessel from under the bed. Alec made use of it and had Sebrahn put it back for the skutter to deal with. Now what? There didn’t appear to be anything he could do but watch the rain. It was a relief when he heard someone coming up the stairs to his door. 

Micum looked in and grinned. “That’s a long face!” 

“Where is everybody?” 

Micum came in and pulled a chair up beside the bed. “At breakfast. I came up to see if you’re awake. Hungry?” 

“Not really.” 

Micum held out his hands, and Sebrahn abandoned Alec for the big man’s lap. 

“Traitor,” Alec grumbled. Sebrahn had warmed to their tall, red-haired friend during the voyage. Sebrahn reached up to touch Micum’s thick, grey-streaked moustache, apparently puzzled that the big man had something on his face that his two beardless protectors didn’t.

“Uncle Micum,” Alec said with a smile. 

Micum laughed and kissed Sebrahn’s hand, just as if he were one of his own brood. “I like the sound of that. What do you say, little sprout?” 

Sebrahn didn’t say anything, just leaned against Micum’s broad chest and fixed his gaze on Alec. It was too easy to imagine anything he wanted in those eyes. What Sebrahn was really feeling—or if he could—remained a mystery. Alec and Micum were in the midst of a game of cards when Seregil came in with the wizards. Magyana looked most of her two centuries today; under a fringe of grey bangs, her lined face was pale and tired, but her eyes were kind as always. Thero, still in the youth of his first century, was tall and dark, with a thin beard and dark curling hair pulled back from a long, somewhat austere face. But his pale green eyes were warm, too, as he took in the sight of Alec and Sebrahn. 

“We need to talk,” Seregil said, sitting down on the bed beside Alec. 

“I’ll leave you to it,” Micum said, putting Sebrahn on the bed and rising to go. 

“Please, stay,” said Thero. “We have no secrets from you in this matter.” 

This sounded serious, and all the more so when Magyana threw the latch and cast a warding on the room to keep out prying ears. 

“Now then, this creature—” she began, her lined face somber. 

“Please don’t call him that,” said Alec. “He’s a person and he has a name.” 

“He is not a person, my dear,” Magyana told him gently. 

“You may be right about the rest of it, but he’s not human, or ’faie, either.” 

“There’s something we need to tell you,” said Thero. 

“What is it?” 

“Thero sensed it, but not clearly, when he first saw Sebrahn in Plenimar,” Magyana explained. “It’s true that the rhekaro has been given the semblance of a child, but another form radiates beyond the physical. I don’t understand it, but what I see around him is the form of a young dragon.” 

Alec stared hard at Sebrahn, squinting his eyes, but saw nothing unusual. “A dragon? That’s impossible! Sebrahn was made from bits of—me!” Seregil was frowning at the younger wizard. “Why didn’t you tell us, Thero?” 

“I wasn’t sure what I was sensing. It’s Magyana who sees it clearly.” 

Magyana took Alec’s hand in hers. “Seregil has told me something of how Sebrahn was made. I believe you can tell me more. Do you know what materials he used?” Alec shifted uneasily; it was a time he didn’t really want to remember. “Sulfur and salt, tinctures—” 

“Nothing of dragons?” 

“I saw dried fingerling dragons hanging in his workshop, but I didn’t see him put any in.” 

“Very well. What else do you remember?” 

“There was something he called the ‘water of life’—some kind of silver, I think.” 

“Quicksilver?” asked Magyana. 

“Yes, that was it. He put that all in with my tears, blood, shit and piss, hair, and my . . .” He faltered, blushing under the weight of their collective gaze. 

“His semen,” Seregil finished for him. “How in Bilairy’s name do you get a dragon out of all that?” 

Thero shrugged, his pale green eyes serious. “We don’t know yet. But they did.” 

“It was my Hâzadriëlfaie blood that Ilban—” Alec faltered, horrified to have the slave word for “master” slip out so easily. “That’s what Yhakobin claimed he needed the most. He said that it was the only thing that would work to make a rhekaro. But since I’m ya’shel, he did a long purification process first, trying to get rid of my human blood, he said.” 

“Ah, that would explain it,” Magyana murmured. “I thought you looked different, more ’faie.” 

That was a sore topic. “I had to drink tinctures of metals and wear amulets; seven of them, I think: tin, copper, silver, gold—I don’t remember the others. And he kept taking drops of my blood and making them burn to see what color they were. When it got to the right shade, he used more of my blood to make the mixture do whatever it did.” 

“Right out of his chest,” Seregil growled. “They tapped him like a keg and hung him up to bleed on their mess.” He paused, then leaned over and pushed the hair back from Alec’s left ear, showing them the small blue dragon bite tattoo on his earlobe. “Could this have something to do with it?” 

Magyana raised an eyebrow. “It’s possible, I suppose. But it’s such a tiny bite. There wouldn’t have been anywhere near as much venom from it as there was from yours, Seregil.” 

The dragon that had bitten Seregil had been the size of a large dog, and the lissik-stained teeth marks spanned the back of his hand and the palm. His arm had swelled up like a sausage and he’d been damn sick for a few days, but lucky to survive all that with no more long-term damage than the mark. 

“If that’s what Yhakobin really wanted, then he’d have used Seregil instead,” Alec mused. “Besides, he didn’t know I had the mark until after he’d bought me, and didn’t know what it was once he did. I told him it was just decoration.” He looked to Thero. “What about the Orëska? Nysander knew about the Helm. Maybe there’s some wizard guarding this rhekaro secret, too.” 

“It’s doubtful,” said Magyana. “Skala barely existed when the Hâzad went north. And even if there is someone, it’s quite possible that he or she is sworn to utter secrecy, as Nysander was. Or dead. We lost so many during the assault on the Orëska House.” 

“Maybe so, but don’t you think that somewhere, down in all those vaults, there might be something about this?” Seregil gave her a winning look. “If anyone would know where to look, it’s you. You know those cellars better than anyone.” 

“I’ll look around as soon as I go back, but it’s likely to take a long time, since I don’t know what I’m looking for. There are a few people I could speak with, but you shouldn’t get your hopes up.” 

“It would be an easier task for two people,” said Thero. “I had a message spell from Prince Korathan’s wizard, Norubia, last night. The prince is losing patience waiting for us to come back and account for ourselves. If I don’t bring you back, then I’d better have a good story. Otherwise it’s likely to raise questions you don’t want asked.” 

“I hate to put you in that position,” said Seregil. “But there’s no way we can take Sebrahn to Rhíminee. It would be damn near impossible to hide anyone with a ‘dragon aura’ or whatever it is in a city full of wizards, and if Queen Phoria ever got wind of what Sebrahn is capable of, she’d have him and Alec caged like a pair of chukarees to use against the Overlord’s armies in her endless war.”

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Product Details

  • Series: Nightrunner (Book 5)
  • Mass Market Paperback: 400 pages
  • Publisher: Spectra (May 25, 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 055359009X
  • ISBN-13: 978-0553590098
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 1 x 6.9 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 7 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (50 customer reviews)
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Besides nightmares and fresh scars Alec and Seregil brought along another souvenir from their adventures in Plenimar. Sebrahn might look like a little child, but he was created in a dark ritual with Alec's blood, sweat and tears. Such creatures are called rhekaros, but neither Alec nor Seregil know exactly what a rhekaro is and what they can do. What Sebrahn has shown them is scary enough. He can kill with a song, heal wounds with his blood and he has called Alec back from the dead. The two nightrunners don't know what to do with their little charge, but there are many who would love to take their decision away from them.

THE WHITE ROAD might not be the best book that Lynn Flewelling has ever written, but it's an improvement to her last Nightrunner novel. The story is tighter and more suspenseful. Stuff happens - interesting stuff even. We get to know more about the rhekaro, the Hazadrielfaie and Alec's family. The goal of the main quest isn't world shaking or groundbreaking, but Alec, Seregil and Micum face enough challenges for it to be entertaining.
I also liked the characters more than in Shadows Return. Seregil seems to be more confident, Alec doesn't go as easily into a snit and they work as a couple again. Their personality, their chemistry isn't as vivid as in the early books however. Then, a simple glance could be more potent than a love scene in THE WHITE ROAD. All in all I'd say Flewelling has problems with emotional depth in this novel. A lot of stuff happens, but the author flits almost too fast from one scene to another, from POV to POV. For example I was never quite sure how Alec felt for Sebrahn.
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This is the fifth book in the Nightrunner series (following Luck in the Shadows, Stalking Darkness, Traitor's Moon and Shadows Return), and I sincerely recommend starting at the beginning of the series with Luck in the Shadows. It's an excellent series and well worth your time, unless male/male makes you uncomfortable (have it be know that there are no detailed sex scenes in any of the books so far, so whether you find that positive or negative, you have been told).

The White Road (read an excerpt on Lynn Flewelling's website) follows directly where Shadows Return ended, and centers on the issue of What to Do with Sebrahn. (If you don't know who Sebrahn is, you need to read the other books and not the rest of this review.) For fear of any spoilers, I won't say too much more.

Having been unable to sit down and really enjoy a book for a few months, once I settled into this book I devoured it. It's more fast-paced than Flewelling's other books, which had more calm, introspective moments. While I enjoyed the action, I missed some of the character-developing reflection. It felt as though certain parts of the book had not been completely finished, or fully edited. I thought some of the action might have been more tense if the moments before had received more detailed attention. Not that the writing isn't descriptive, but I felt there were some key scenes that ought to have been slowed down instead of being interrupted by a fight sequence. I'm not saying that the fighting should be held off until all emotional issues have been resolved--damn inconvenient ambushes!--but I AM saying that perhaps not all of these moments had to be interrupted.
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In this latest installment of the Nightrunner series, Alec and Seregil try to figure out what to do with Sebrahn, the rhekaro created from Alec's body by Plenimaran alchemy, and find themselves allying with a party of the mysterious Hazadrielfaie. They need to escape enemies attempting to apprehend Sebrahn and Alec and ensure that no more rhekaro can be created. Then there's the problem of Sebrahn's future. What can life hold for such a child, when he understands so little and so many want to claim his tremendous powers for themselves?

Unfortunately, while it's an improvement over Shadows Return, with its relentlessly unpleasant atmosphere and events, I didn't find The White Road very interesting. It's a competently written and structured action/adventure story, but no more than that. For me, it re-covered a lot of the ground from Shadows Return and the revelations didn't add up to much. The sparkle the characters once had is still largely subdued. By the time I got to the end, I found myself wondering what the point of these two books had been. It's like Alec and Seregil can shrug it off, return to their life in Rhiminee and forget it ever happened.

Due to its decline in quality - in writing as well as plots - I'm just about done with this series. A shame, when I used to enjoy it so much.
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The White Road is a direct follow-up to the story begun in Shadows Return (Nightrunner, Bk. 4). That book depressed me because our heroes spent the entire story enslaved and mistreated. Here, the chains are off (literally and figuratively) and the two men set off on a mission, once again joined by Micum, to discover the truth about Sebrahn. What follows is something of a quest, with a lot of traveling, but also a lot of action. The story is fast-paced and filled with humor and surprises. This book has a lot going for it. Seregil finally returns to his home in Bokthersa and has a heart-warming reunion with his extended family. Sebrahn becomes a catalyst for learning more about dragons and the Hazadrielfaie - who are hunting Alec and Sebrahn. Then there is the continued conniving of Ulan í Sathil. I was also delighted to see Thero settle into the role left by Nysander. He now heads the Watchers, and has grown to be a trusted ally and friend to Alec and Seregil. All these factors made for an engrossing read that I could not put down.

Though the ending felt a bit rushed, overall the story was more than satisfying. Our heroes made plans, took action and put their unique skills to work. I cannot wait for the next book!
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