So basically, being able to draw wards was extremely important, because it was the only thing to help keep you from getting killed. Humans once had a way to kill them using wards drawn onto weapons, but this magic was lost to them, leaving them only with meager defenses. Basically, each night, demons come up from the Core, which is the equivalent of Hell. But looking over my status updates, I can easily remember what I was going to say.īasically, The Warded Man is a dark, unflinching tale of the human race-not only at the mercy of the demons they fear-but of their own dark natures. Okay, so I'm writing this review a little under three months after I actually finished reading it. They are all stubborn and know that there is more to the world than what they've been told, if only they can risk leaving their safe wards to find it.
And Rojer's life is changed forever when a traveling minstrel comes to his town and plays his fiddle.īut these three children all have something in common. Leesha finds her perfect life destroyed by a simple lie and is reduced to gathering herbs for an old woman more fearsome than the demons at night. A Messenger teaches young Arlen that fear, more than the demons, has crippled humanity. It seems nothing can harm the corelings, or bring humanity back together.īorn into these isolated hamlets are three children. As years pass, the distances between each tiny village seem longer and longer. As darkness falls, the world's few surviving humans hide behind magical wards, praying the magic can see them through another night. They are all stubborn and know that there is more to the world than what they’ve been told, if only they can risk leaving their safe wards to find it.Mankind has ceded the night to the corelings, demons that rise up out of the ground each day at dusk, killing and destroying at will until dawn, when the sun banishes them back to the Core. And Rojer’s life is changed forever when a traveling minstrel comes to his town and plays his fiddle.īut these three children all have something in common. As darkness falls, the world’s few surviving humans hide behind magical wards, praying the magic can see them through another night. Mankind has ceded the night to the corelings, demons that rise up out of the ground each day at dusk, killing and destroying at will until dawn, when the sun banishes them back to the Core.
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