Spira Mirabilis (The Wave Trilogy #3)

Spira Mirabilis (The Wave Trilogy #3)

Aidan Harte

Language: English

Pages: 544

ISBN: 1681445204

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


In the 1347th year of Our Lady the engineers of Concord defeated the fractious city-state of Rasenna using the magical science of Wave Technology. The City of Towers fought back, and for a while Concord's plans for domination were halted.

But First Apprentice Torbidda regrouped, and reformed Concord to his own design. Now he is in absolute control, and plotting the final battle that will pacify Etruria . . . permanently. Contessa Sofia Scaligeri could rally her people once again, but she is far away in the Crusader Kingdom of Akka, trapped with her son, in thrall to the tyrant Queen Catrina.

Darkness is falling. The final battle must be fought and the tide must be turned, lest evil reign forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

walls. Geta, fearing the worst, sprang to his feet and cried, “Welcome First Apprentice!” “Lord Geta! You left Concord in such a hurry that you forgot to say goodbye.” When Geta looked about for a window through which to hurl himself, the First Apprentice hastened to put him at ease. “My dear fellow, tranquillo. I look upon those events as in another lifetime. Whatever your sins, your subsequent actions have more than atoned for them. As Podesta and Gonfaloniere of Rasenna you did more damage

Why are we going again?” “Orders.” “Madonna, you’re as much in the dark as the rest of us, aren’t you? I know it’s useful to keep the enemy guessing at your strategy, but to keep it from your general? That’s a new one to me. But then, I’m not as learned as you. There must be some use to a Guild Hall education—I’m sure you can cite precedents from the Etruscan Annals. I can’t help but feel that we’re being punished, though—” “Trying to set me against Torbidda is a waste of time.” Geta smiled

He was sinking. The ice-cold water reached his neck, and now his chin. “Pedro, look up.” He knew the voice—his teacher, his friend; the only man who had ever believed he was worth something, even though he was too weak to hold a flag. But he could not turn his head to see him. “Look up!” “Giovanni, I can’t see you—!” The water’s roar melted imperceptibly into a melody ascending on a single voice. It attained a summit and hung there, pure as the North Star. Then a cascade of other voices

of unsleeping Vesuvius before entering the pass between the Lattari and the Picentini Mountains. Much to Geta’s annoyance, Leto again slowed the pace, fearing ambush at every step. Finally, they saw Salerno. Far from the fierce fight they were expecting, the city was not just abandoned; it was burning. To discover all the agony of dragging the siege-engines south had been for naught? That was the final insult. Some four thousand horsemen formed up beside the River Silarus. The muster of the men

convincing that their host might betray them. “Like father, like son, I guess. Do you think Spinther will go for it?” “No,” Salvatore said, “the Concordians don’t want Veii; they just want its assets—the colonies, and the Albula’s waterways. But we’ll be dead before Grimani figures that out.” “When are you leaving?” Salvatore looked around the empty suite of rooms. “This very night. I delayed only so I could warn you.” Chapter 26 For years the Wastes had been slowly expanding, but lately the

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