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Infinity Blade: Awakening(Infinity Blade #1) by Brandon Sanderson Publisher: ) Edition: ebook, pages Genre: Fantasy, Video Game. Trained from birth in swordplay and combat, a young knight named Siris has fought through an army of Titans to face the tyrannical God King in. Awakening book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Trained from birth in swordplay and combat, a young knight named Siris h.
Its blade was chipped, the haft grayed and weathered with time. He hefted it, judging its weight, and tried to ignore the tempest of emotions inside of him. His training let him banish all of that for a moment, as he stared at the axe.
In his mind, he saw the ways he could use it to win a fight. Siris growled and swung again, but this time only managed to hack a chip off the side. He looked up. A middle-aged woman stood on the pathway up to the forested hut, clutching a bucket of water. Her hair was starting to silver, and her clothing was of the simplest wool.
His mother, Myan. His mother would know what to do. Fetching water. He should have known. She hurried to him, stepping with a limp from her fall ten years back. She took his arm tenderly. Oh, lights in the heavens, boy! Now we. She trailed off as she saw the object that Siris had set down beside the woodpile. The Infinity Blade.
It almost seemed to glow in the sunlight. You actually did it? Siris swung the axe down again on the log. He hit it off-center again. He could kill a man seventeen ways with this axe.
He could imagine each one in perfect order, could feel his body moving through those motions. His mother had never wanted him to go. That would have been like. By then, it had been too late.
For both of them. There will be celebrations! Dancing and.
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And what is that look on your face, my son? They sent me away. Why would they. People will come looking for me. He looked up, but said nothing. But with just his mother. Trained from birth in swordplay and combat, a young knight named Siris has fought through an army of Titans to face the tyrannical God King in one-on-one combat.
But when Siris succeeds, he finds himself cast into a much larger world, filled with warriors and thieves, ancient feuds and shifting alliances, Deathless immortals and would-be kings. His quest for freedom will take him on an epic journey in search of the one being in the world who can unravel the secrets of the Infinity Blade.
Sanderson's eerie second fantasy after 's Elantris , set in a mist-haunted, ash-ridden world, pits Kelsier, "the Survivor of Hathsin," against the immortal Lord Ruler's 1,year domination of both the Great Houses and their serflike "skaa.
Kelsier uses Vin, a street urchin with the same Mistborn powers Kelsier possesses, to infiltrate the Great Houses' society, where she falls in love with philosopher prince Elend Venture. This mystico-metallurgical fantasy combines Vin's coming-of-age-in-magic and its well-worn theme of revolt against oppression with copious mutilations, a large-scale cast of thieves, cutthroats, conniving nobles and exotic mutants.
The fast-paced action scenes temper Vin's interminable ballroom intrigues, while the characters, though not profoundly drawn, have a raw stereotypic appeal. Siris sat quietly, holding a small bowl of soup in one hand. Fenweed, a very healthy soup. A warriors soup. It tasted like dishwater. Well, Master Shanna said, we cant exactly blame him, can we?
For living, I mean? He went to fight the God King, Master Hobb said. We sent him to fight the God King. And Siris had gone, just as his father and his grandfather had gone. Dozens had been sent over the centuries, always from the same family. A family sheltered, protected, and hidden by the people of the land.
The Sacrifice, it was called.
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It was how they fought back. The only way. Theyd live beneath the oppressive thumb of the God King. Theyd pay nearly all they had in tribute, would suffer the brutality of men like Weallixwho, up until his power grab, had been only a simple tax collector.
But they would make this one act of rebellion. One family, hidden. One warrior each generation, sent to show that the people of this land were not completely dominated. The Sacrifice didnt need to win. He wasnt expected to win. He wasnt supposed to be able to win. Hell take me, Siris thought, looking down at his bowl.
Even I didnt expect to defeat him. Siris had gone in with the dream that maybeif he were incredibly luckyhed get a single cut on the God King, make the tyrant bleed. Instead, hed slain one of the Deathless.
The other room fell silent, then the whispers continued, softly enough that he couldnt hear. I really did it, Siris thought. Im alive. It was only now beginning to sink in. He looked down, then pointedly set the bowl aside. And that means I never have to drink this dreck again! He stood up, smiling. He had dreamed of what might happen if he actually killed the God King. He hadnt dared hope, but he had allowed himself those dreams.
Hed imagined triumph, celebrations. Hed imagined exulting in his victory. Oddly, he didnt feel exultant. Instead, he just felt free. Being the Sacrifice had dominated everything hed ever done. But that was done with. Finally he could figure out who he wasthe person he could be when he didnt have this terrible duty weighing him down. He hesitated, then fished a small woodbound book out of his pocket. His mother had given it to him and told him to record his thoughts each night as he traveled to the God Kings castle.
His mother and he were among the few in the town who could read. The Sacrifice had to be literate. Siris wasnt certain whyit was merely tradition.
He hadnt considered it an arduous requirement; reading and writing had come easily to him. The logbook was empty. Siris had never written in it, and felt foolish for ignoring his mothers suggestion.
He hadnt been able to force himself to do it. Hed been marching to his death, determined to avenge his fathers who had fallen to the God Kings blade. Not by killing the creature, but by fighting him, by proving thatdespite what he may think the world was not completely his. Siriss mother had included a charcoal pencil with the book. Siris raised it and turned to the first page. There, in bold letters, he wrote one sentence. I hate fenweed soup. The door opened, and Siris turned to face the towns elders.
Master Renn stood at their forefront, a short, bald man with a round face and red ceremonial robes now faded with age. Siris, Master Renn said. We were wondering. Siris thought for a moment. I intend to visit my mother, he said. Id assumed shed be in the town, as its midday.
I should have gone to her hut first. She lived outside of the main cavern, in the open air. Yes, yes, Master Renn said. But after that. Ive given that a lot of thought, master, Siris said, tucking away the book. Im going swimming. Master Renn blinked in surprise, then turned to the other elders. After that, Siris continued, Im going to eat an everberry pie. Do you realize Ive never tasted everberry pie? I was always on too strict a diet to eat the pies during feasts.
A warrior cannot afford such frivolity. He rubbed his chin. Everyone says everberry is the best type of pie. I hope I like it, he thought. Id hate to have spent all of these years envying everyone else for nothing. Siris, Master Renn said, stepping closer. His eyes flickered toward the corner of the small room, where Siriss armor lay piled, bundled inside his cloakwhich doubled as a pack.
The Infinity Blade rested against the pile. Did you really do it? You didnt. Siris said. Of course not! The fight flashed in his mind. Sword against sword. The God Kings voice, commanding, dismissiveyet surprisingly honest. It had been an unexpectedly honorable dual, after the ancient ideal. And the others? Master Renn asked. The other six members of the Pantheon? You killed their king. Did you face the others? I dueled some captives in the dungeon, Siris said. I think they might have been important, but they didnt look like members of the Pantheon.
I didnt recognize them, at least. Master Renn glanced at the other elders. They began shuffling, uncomfortable. Siris demanded. Siris, Master Renn said, you cant stay here. Why not! Theyll come hunting you, son, Master Renn said.
Theyll come hunting for that. He looked toward the sword again. Everyone knows that. Theyll be angry, Master Hord said. Angry at you, for what youve done. We cant let you remain in the town, Master Renn said. For the good of us all, you have to go, Siris. Youre exiling me? Hell take me. I saved you. I saved all of you! We appreciate that, Master Renn said. Several of the others didnt look like they agreed. Just a week before, these people had toasted his bravery.
Theyd sent him off with a feast and fanfare. Theyd praised him and lauded him. They didnt want me to win, he thought, looking into those hostile eyes. Theyre afraid. They spoke of freedom, but they dont know what to do with it. You should go quickly, Renn said. Weve sent word to Lord Weallix, inviting him back. Youd serve that rat? Our best hope now, Master Hord said, is to look cowed, placated.
When the other gods come searching, they must not find a town in rebellion. It is the best way, Siris, Master Renn said. Youve been slaves so long, Siris spat, you dont know how to be anything else. You are fools! He was shouting, he realized. After all of these centuries, time after time feasting and dreaming, now you throw it away!
Now you throw me away! The elders shied back before his rage. They seemed frightened of him.
Siris formed fists, but then found his rage evaporating. He couldnt be angry at them. He could only pity them. Fine, he snapped, moving to pick up his gear. Fine, Ill go. An hour later, Siris lifted up an old, worn axe. Its blade was chipped, the haft grayed and weathered with time. He hefted it, judging its weight, and tried to ignore the tempest of emotions inside of him.
His training let him banish all of that for a moment, as he stared at the axe. In his mind, he saw the ways he could use it to win a fight. Smash his foe at the knees, then bury the axe into his chest as he fell. Hack at the neck, coming in furiously, using the long haft for additional reach.
Bash the axe against an opponents shield time and time again to throw him off balance, then step back and strike unexpectedly from the right. He raised the axe. He hit the log off-center, and the axe bounced away, as if the wood were stone. Siris growled and swung again, but this time only managed to hack a chip off the side. Damn, he said, resting the axe on his shoulder.
Chopping wood is a lot harder than it looks. He looked up. A middle-aged woman stood on the pathway up to the forested hut, clutching a bucket of water. Her hair was starting to silver, and her clothing was of the simplest wool. His mother, Myan. His mother would know what to do. Myan was solid, in the same way that an ancient tree stump was solid, or the balanced boulder outside of town was solid.
Hed tried to push that over as a child. Though it seemed delicate, he hadnt been able to shove it an inch. Mother, he said, lowering the axe. She hadnt been in the hut when hed arrived a half hour ago. Fetching water. He should have known. That task hed always done for her, as the jog to the river and back fit well with his training.
She hurried to him, stepping with a limp from her fall ten years back. She took his arm tenderly.
You saw reason, then? You actually refused to go to the God Kings castle? Oh, lights in the heavens, boy! I never thought youd come to your senses. Now we. She trailed off as she saw the object that Siris had set down beside the woodpile. The Infinity Blade. It almost seemed to glow in the sunlight. Hell take me, Myan whispered, raising her hand to her mouth.
By the seven lords who rule in terror. You actually did it?
You killed him? Siris swung the axe down again on the log. He hit it off- center again. Its the grain, he thought. Im trying to hit it across the grain, instead of with the grain. He could kill a man seventeen ways with this axe.
He could imagine each one in perfect order, could feel his body moving through those motions. Yet he couldnt chop wood.
Hed never had a chance to try. So you didnt see reason, Myan said. No, Siris replied. His mother had never wanted him to go. Oh, she hadnt been overt about her displeasure. She hadnt wanted to undermine what the rest of the townthe rest of the land itselfsaw as his destiny and her privilege.
Perhaps shed sensed, in some way, that it had been his destiny. Hed never given serious thought to fleeing. That would have been like. No, she hadnt tried to undermine his training.
But what mother would want her son to go off to certain death? Shed tried to talk him out of it the night before the Feast of the Sacrifice, the most forward of her attempts. By then, it had been too late. For both of them. We have to take you to town, she exclaimed. Talk to the elders. There will be celebrations! Dancing and. And what is that look on your face, my son? Ive been to town, he said, pulling his arm from her grip.
There will be no celebrations, Mother. They sent me away. Sent you away. Why would they. She paused, studying him. Those small-minded fools. Theyre afraid, arent they? I guess they have reason to be, Siris said, putting the axe aside and sitting down on the stump.
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Theyre right. People will come looking for me. Thats nonsense, she said, crouching down beside him. Son, Im not sending you away again. Im not going through that again. He looked up, but said nothing. Perhaps with the support of the town, hed have stayed.
But with just his mother. He wouldnt endanger her.
Why had he even come to her, then? Because I wanted her to know, he thought. Because I needed to show her that Im alive. Perhaps a greater kindness would have been to stay away. Youre not going to let me choose, are you? He hesitated, then shook his head. Her hand tightened on his arm. Ever the warrior, she whispered. Well, at least let me feed you a good meal. Then perhaps we can talk further. He felt immeasurably better with a good meal in his stomach.
His mother hadnt had any everberries for a pie, unfortunately, but shed fixed him some peach cobbler. He carefully noted in his logbook: I like peach cobbler.
Definitely like peach cobbler. How many times did I try to feed you that when you were growing up? Dozens, he said. And you refused every time. It was hard to explain. Hed known his duty, somehow. Even from childhood, hed known. The towns expectations had held him to high standards, but the truth was that hed held himself to them as well. You always were an odd child, she said.
So solemn. So dutiful. So focused. Sometimes I felt less like a mother to you, and more like a. Even when you were young.
It made him uncomfortable when she talked like that. You never speak of Father. Was he the same? I didnt know him long, she said, looking wistful. Isnt that odd to say? We met like it was a dream, married in under a month.
Then he was gone, off to be the Sacrifice. He left me with you. Shed come here to Drems Maw in order to get away from her old life. She had cousins here, though shed never really fit in. Neither had he, even though the townspeople had claimed to be proud of being the ones to raise the Sacrifice.
He did have a sense of purpose, she said, nodding. The same as you. I wish I had that still, Siris replied. He looked down at his empty plate, then sighed and stood. I had hoped that now. I could go about being myself. Whoever that is. Must you go, Siris? You could stay, hide here. We could make it work. No, he said.
I wont bring this down upon you. I cant make you stay, I suppose. She didnt seem pleased about that. But where will you go?
I dont know, he said, gathering the cloak, wrapped like a pack with his armor inside of it. Are you at least willing to listen to a little advice? From you? I wished to the lights of heaven that you hadnt set your feet on this path. But you did, son. I didnt have a choice. Thats foolishness, she said. You always have a choice. Foolishness or not, it was still how he felt. You set your feet on this path, she continued.
So now you need to finish what you began. I did finish it, he complained. I killed the God King! What more could they ask of me?
Its no longer about what people are asking of you, son, she said. She reached over, taking his hand. Im sorry, she said more softly. You dont deserve this. It is true. He looked down. Dont despair. She rose, taking him by the arms. Youve done something wonderful, Siris. Something everyone thought impossible. You have fulfilled the dreams of your fathers, and avenged their deaths. She pulled away and looked up at him.
Do you remember what we spoke of, on that night before you left? I told you that if you are going to do something, son, she said, you need to do it with all of your heart. You have something you didnt have before.
Youve defeated one of them. They can be beaten. She held his eyes, and he nodded slowly. Good, she said, squeezing his arms. Ill pack you food for your trip. He watched her limp away. Shes right, he thought. Ive done the impossible once. Ill do it again. This time, however, he wouldnt be hunting someone to kill. This time his quest would be more personal. Somehow, he would find the one thing hed always wanted without realizing it. Hed find freedom. Chapter Two The God King came awake with a deep gasp.
It was the uncontrolled gasp of one who had been without breath for too long. The gasp of the dead returning to life, his heart pounding, his eyes opening wide. It was a terrifying, yet exhilarating feeling. It was a feeling he had never wanted to feel again. Around him floated the serene sounds of his Seventh Temple of Reincarnation. Soft rain outside, hitting leaves and the quiet rooftop, leaving the air cool and damp. A few muted beeps from the deadminds that monitored his vital signs.
The swishing of robes in the hallway outside; his Devoted, hurrying to obey the call of reincarnation. Yes, outside was serenity. Inside was chaos. That would not do. Thousands of years of life had taught Raidriar many things, but the most important was to be in control.How many assassins were there? Chop them to pieces, and their soul will seek out a new receptacle to be reborn.
Like this: Great concept, and it actually put me in mind a lot of Sanderson's book Warbreaker. A click from behind. For living, I mean? Talk to the elders.
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