Golden Trillium (Trillium Series)
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The creation of three of fantasy's stellar talents, the Trillium Saga is a tour de force of magic, mystery, and romance. Now best-selling author Andre Norton picks up the story she began with Julian May and Marion Zimmer Bradley--a story that continues with a perilous quest into darkness. . .Once the famed triplet princess who defeated the evil sorcerer Orogastus, Kadiya ventures forth into the choked swamp lands of Ruewena to seek her own destiny among the Oddlings she once led in battle. Armed with her mystical three-eyed sword, she reaches the lost city of the Vanished Ones and discovers a strange race of dream-catchers, called Hassitti, whose visions bring chilling warning of a lethal plague that sows the land with death. Now Kadiya, with only three comparisons to aid her, journeys into the Thorny Hell, realm of the cannibalistic saurian Skritek, to stop the carrier of the evil disease. Here they discover a portal leading to a universe of awesome darkness--an entranceway to a horror that threatens the very existence of The World Of The Three Moons.
away. However, Tostlet with the aid of another raised the Oddling’s head and bound the coated bandage in place with the rest of the leaves which they slit into usable strings as they worked. The lamp bearer again leading the way, the party began once more the long journey to the upper regions. But not before Tostlet had spread a dab of the jelly on a remaining bit of leaf and held it out to Kadiya. “For the eyes, Nobel One,” she urged and the girl did make use of it, dabbing as she went. The
All Kadiya could gather from those fleeting touches were sensations of hunger and the need to fill protesting bellies; the completely centered mind of a predator hot on the trail. Otherwise the world about might have been devoid of life. The girl became aware slowly of something else. The trillium amulet she had worn since birth was warm. When she drew it out from under her waterlogged jerkin, she saw a small gleam in its heart, a circling of pallid light around the opened flowerlet caught
comfort which was Nyssomu-born to flow into her again. She swathed herself in one of the fringed robes they had ready and combed out her wet hair with a fishbone comb. The scent of the bath petals clung to her still damp skin and she was grateful for this small escape from the swamp smell. The six clan heads who formed the Council of the First gathered as they had upon Kadiya’s first nervous appearance before them. She settled herself on a cushioned stool to face them. A younger woman brought
aided her to her feet and she stood swaying between them, as weak as if she had lain long ill. That weakness awoke anger in her. She was no bower lady to be so overwhelmed! The swamp demanded much from those who would walk it—and walk it she would! This was her free choice. Kadiya licked her lips as her gaze swiftly passed the smear on the stone, the crumbling brush. She spoke to Jagun. “There is a way forward, hunter?” He pointed a little to the right of the brush which the Power had
was a glow, faint at first, deepening, concealing blade and hilt. A flower was being born—such a flower as she had seen in another place, another time. No black trillium this, but one of gold, completely encasing the sword. It moved as if some breeze touched it lightly, and pollen shook free in a rainbow shower. Kadiya gasped in awe. And then she stiffened, for there fell a weight on each of her shoulders. Hands— She turned slowly and looked up. He was kneeling, too, but his greater height