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Deseret Book Co, May 1994. Hardcover. Very Good - Cash/Very Good. Minor rubbing and edge wear to cover, with light reader wear to pages. Still great condition. Dust jacket has minor surface and edgewear. DJ is in protective clear plastic cover. Crisp clean pages. Tight binding. Stock photos may not look exactly like the book., Deseret Book Co, 3, Miller's Publications, 2003-11-13. Paperback. Like New. 2.3858 cent in x 22.3858 cent in x 15.3807 cent in. First edition without jacket on illustrated pictorial cloth will send out 1 st class post - rare and collectable, Miller's Publications, 2003-11-13, 5, Deseret Book Co, May 1994. Hardcover. Very Good - Cash/No Jacket. Minor rubbing and edge wear to cover, with light reader wear to pages. Still great condition. Stock photos may not look exactly like the book., Deseret Book Co, 3, Deseret Book Co, May 1994. Hardcover. Very Good - Cash/Very Good. Minor rubbing and edge wear to cover, with light reader wear to pages. Still great condition. 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Like New., De Agostini Editions, 1996-10-04, 5, Galaxy Press, LLC. Used - Like New. Used book that is in almost brand-new condition., Galaxy Press, LLC, 5, Paperback. Like New., 5, Candlewick Press, 2015. Paperback. Like New. Pages are clean and are not marred by notes or folds of any kind. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less.Dust jacket quality is not guaranteed., Candlewick Press, 2015, 5, Golden/Disney, 2016-01-19. Hardcover. Like New., Golden/Disney, 2016-01-19, 5, Tor Books. Very Good. Hardcover. 2015. 784 pages. <br>Hell's Foundations Quiver: David Weber's New York Times-bestselling Safehold series begun with Off Armageddon Reef, By Schism Rent Asunder, By Heresies Distressed, A Mighty Fortres s and Like a Mighty Army. TURNING OF THE TIDE Centuries ago, th e human race fought its first great war against an alien race-and lost. A tiny population of human beings fled to distant Safehold . Centuries later, their descendants have forgotten their history ; for them, life has been an eternal Middle Ages, ruled by the Ch urch of God Awaiting, whose secret purpose is to prevent the re-e mergence of industrial civilization. But not all of Safehold's f ounders were on board with this plan. Those dissidents left behin d their own secret legacies. One of those is Merlyn Athrawes, cyb ernetic avatar of one of Earth's long-dead defenders, now reawake ned after a thousand years to restart human progress and reclaim our place in the universe. Merlyn has intervened in the small Saf eholdian realm of Charis, seeding it with ideas and innovations a nd helping it to rise to challenge the hegemony of the Church. I t's been a long and bloody fight, but aided by a stream of invent ions--breech-loading rifles, signal rockets, claymore mines, new approaches to manufacturing and supply-Charis and its few allies seem to have finally gained the upper hand. Now major realms have begun to consider switching sides. To all these ends, Merlyn At hrawes has been everywhere, under multiple disguises and wielding hidden powers. The secret of who and what he is has been closely held. But a new player has arrived, one who knows many secrets-i ncluding Merlyn's own. Safehold Series 1. Off Armageddon Reef 2 . By Schism Rent Asunder 3. By Heresies Distressed 4. A Mighty Fortress 5. How Firm A Foundation 6. Midst Toil and Tribulation 7. Like A Mighty Army 8. Hell's Foundations Quiver 9. At the S ign of Triumph Editorial Reviews About the Author David Weberis a science fiction phenomenon. His popular Honor Harrington and H onorverse novels?including Mission of Honor, At All Costs, and To rch of Freedom?are New York Times bestsellers and can't come out fast enough for his devoted readers. He is also the author of the Safehold series, including Off Armageddon Reef, By Schism Rent A sunder, By Heresies Distressed and A Mighty Fortress. His other t op-selling science fiction novels include Out of the Dark, the Da hak books and the Multiverse books, written with Linda Evans. He has also created an epic SF adventure series in collaboration wit h John Ringo, including We Few. His novels have regularly been Ma in Selections of the Science Fiction Book Club. Weber has a bache lor's degree from Warren Wilson College, and attended graduate sc hool in history at Appalachian State University. He lives in Sout h Carolina. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reser ved. Hell's Foundations Quiver By David Weber Tom Doherty Asso ciates Copyright © 2015 David Weber All rights reserved. ISBN: 97 8-0-7653-2187-9 Contents Title Page, Copyright Notice, Dedicat ion, Map 1, Map 2, Map 3, Map 4, March Year of God 897, Apr il Year of God 897, May Year of God 897, June Year of God 897, July Year of God 897, August Year of God 897, September Year o f God 897, October Year of God 897, Characters, Glossary, The Archangels, The Church of God Awaiting's Hierarchy, About the Author, Tor Books by David Weber, Copyright, CHAPTER 1 Merli n Athrawes' Chamber, Charisian Embassy, Siddar City, Republic of Siddarmark The roaring, shingle-lifting bluster of snow-laden wi nd only made the sudden, profound silence more complete. The slig ht sound as a coal settled on the modest bedchamber's hearth seem ed almost deafening, and Merlin Athrawes stood very still, should ers against the door he'd just closed behind him, sapphire eyes g azing intently through the fire-flickered dimness at the slender woman in the single chair beside that hearth. The woman who had just called him Ahbraim. Which, he reflected, made the question of how she'd managed to get by the alert sentinels guarding the C harisian Embassy here in the heart of Siddar City rather secondar y. The heavy, utilitarian coat hanging from his coat tree - like the boots and thick woolen stockings she'd slipped from slim, pe dicured feet and set before the fire - was soaked with melting sn ow. The firelight cast dancing light and shadow across her brilli ant, expressive eyes, gleamed on the gold and topaz encircling he r aristocratic throat, and struck subdued highlights from hair th at was almost as dark as Sharleyan Ahrmahk's own, and the gown sh e'd worn under that plain, serviceable coat was as exquisitely de signed and cut as it was expensive. She was quite possibly the mo st beautiful woman he'd ever met and he could smell the subtle sw eetness of her perfume, but none of those things were what held h im so still. Why, he asked after a moment, in a tone which sound ed considerably calmer than it should have, did you call me 'Ahbr aim,' Madam Pahrsahn? He cocked his head, expression puzzled. I a ssume it's a reference to Master Zhevons? You really are very go od, Aivah Pahrsahn - who'd once been known as Ahnzhelyk Phonda, a mong many other names - said approvingly. Why, you could almost - almost, I say - convince me. But you can't, you know. I've been watching you for too long, and I have a very good memory for deta ils. Watching me? he repeated. Watching me do what? I haven't ma de any special effort to keep my comings and goings here in Sidda r City secret from you or the Lord Protector. Or from your agents , now that I think about it. Well, she said thoughtfully, leanin g back and crossing her long legs elegantly. She propped one elbo w on the chair arm and rested her chin on the palm of a perfectly manicured hand as she gazed up at him like a woman contemplating a problem to which she'd devoted much thought. I'll concede that at least a part of what gave you away were things I could see wo rking together with you and His Majesty here in the capital, but that wasn't really decisive. No, what finally convinced me my abs urd suspicions might actually be well-founded wasn't so much the many interesting things you were doing here as it was the timing of all those occasions when you ... weren't here, shall we say. In what way? The tall, broad-shouldered Imperial Guardsman folded his arms across his chest and raised one eyebrow. And while I'm asking questions, what sort of 'suspicions' - well-founded or not - are we talking about? The world went the better part of a tho usand years without a single verified seijin-sighting, Madam Pahr sahn replied. Then, all of a sudden, you surfaced ... in Charis, of all places. During the War Against the Fallen, not a single se ijin - not one of them, Merlin - was ever reported in remote, bac kwater, unimportant little Charis. Until Charis was neither littl e nor unimportant ... and there you were, smack in the middle of Tellesberg. She gave him a dimpled smile. Now, I realize you've always been careful to tell everyone you're not really a seijin - or to imply it as strongly as possible, at any rate - but no on e's ever actually believed you. Quite reasonably, I concluded, on ce the reports of your activities came to my ears. Whatever you m ight choose to say, your accomplishments clearly established what you actually were, I'm afraid. And while the fact that a seijin had surfaced anywhere at this late date was remarkable enough, it became even more remarkable in light of the way you'd given your allegiance to the Church of Charis when everyone knew the seijin s had always been Mother Church's champions. What, I wondered whe n I heard the first reports about your ... astonishing capabiliti es, was a seijin doing in the service of a clearly heretical chur ch and empire? May I assume you eventually came up with an answe r to that question? he inquired politely. Well, given the differ ence between the heretical church in question and what that pig C lyntahn and his precious Group of Four had done to Mother Church, it didn't take me long to conclude that you represented a fairly emphatic statement of divine disapproval of their actions. Her s mile disappeared. And, to be honest, I found myself wondering wha t had taken God so long. He inclined his head in a silent nod, a cknowledging the point of her last sentence without responding di rectly to it. I kept as close an eye on you and your activities as I could, she continued after a moment. Distance was something of a problem, but as I'm sure you've become aware, when I decide to keep an eye on something - or someone - I'm better at it than most. So long before Seijin Ahbraim ever entered my establishment in Zion, I'd come to the conclusion that despite all your protes tations to the contrary, you were as genuine a seijin as ever wal ked the face of this world. And whether or not you chose to procl aim any semidivine status of your own, you were clearly on the si de of God. Her voice turned softer on the last sentence, and the wind roar behind the stillness gusted momentarily louder as thei r eyes met. She let silence linger for a long, quiet moment, then shrugged. That's one reason I was prepared to listen to Seijin Ahbraim when he turned up in Zion to warn me to expedite my plans . I think he probably would have convinced me anyway, but I happe n to be something of a student of the lore about seijins, and I'd already had all of that time to draw my conclusions about you. T hose conclusions applied by extension to him as your fellow seiji n and ... associate, and his advice turned out to have been remar kably good in the end. After all, it brought me here, she waved h er free hand gracefully, as if to encompass the city beyond the b edchamber's walls, where I was able to add my own modest efforts to those of all those people fighting openly to bring down Clynta hn and the others. She met Merlin's blue eyes very levelly. For t hat privilege, that opportunity, I will be eternally grateful to ... Seijin Ahbraim. His nod was a bit deeper this time, almost a bow, and he crossed to the fireplace, opened the screen, and use d the tongs to settle two more large lumps of coal into the fire. Fresh, brighter light flared, and he listened to the jubilant, h issing crackle as the flames explored the coal's surface, then cl osed the screen once more and turned back to Madam Pahrsahn. He r aised his left arm, laying it along the small mantel above the he arth, and arched both eyebrows in a silent invitation to continue . I will admit, she said quietly, that it took me some time to b egin to suspect the truth - or at least one of the truths - behin d your mask, Merlin. I'm quite certain I haven't perceived all of them even now. But something about you seemed very familiar when we first met here in Siddar City. As I said, I have an excellent memory, and a woman in my profession - or in Ahnzhelyk Phonda's, at least - learns to observe very small details about other peop le. Particularly, if we're going to be honest, about men. Especia lly about good-looking men who aren't simply courteous but gentle and even considerate with the women whose services they seek fro m someone like Ahnzhelyk. And Ahbraim and I - well, Ahbraim and F rahncyn Tahlbaht, I suppose - spent quite a lot of time together in Bruhstair Freight Haulers' warehouse and on the trip out of Zi on. After I met you here in Siddar City, it gradually dawned on me that you reminded me a great deal of him. Oh, she waved her fr ee hand again, your hair's a different color, and so are your eye s, of course. Your voices and accents are very different, too, an d Ahbraim's clean-shaven, whereas you have that dashing beard and mustache. Oh, and that scarred cheek, as well. But, you know, yo u're exactly the same height, your shoulders are the same width, and when I looked at you and mentally stripped away that beard an d mustache, I realized the chin was almost identical. You really should have taken more care about that, and perhaps about the han ds, as well. Oh? Merlin held out his right hand, looking down at its back and then turning it to examine the long, strong fingers with their swordsman's calluses. I doubt anyone else has notice d a thing, she told him thoughtfully. I mean, the entire idea's p reposterous, isn't it? It took even someone who's been a student of the seijins for as many years as I have a long time to admit w hat I'd come to suspect. But when I did, I started keeping track of exactly when and where Ahbraim or any other seijin or suspecte d seijin made an actual face-to-face appearance rather than restr icting himself to written reports. I started keeping track of any information I could find about their physical appearances, as we ll, and I discovered two fascinating things. First, every single one of those other seijins was quite tall, well above average in height ... just like you. And, second, whenever I could positivel y nail down another seijin's appearance, it always turned out tha t you'd left Siddar City on some mission - generally an unspecifi ed and covert one - for Cayleb at exactly the same time. Aren't t hose interesting coincidences? Obviously, Merlin said after a mo ment, they aren't coincidences at all. He considered her thoughtf ully, then shrugged. I trust you'll understand if I don't rush to give you any more information in a sudden excess of enthusiasm? Madam Pahrsahn's sudden laugh was deep, throaty, and very real, and she shook her head. Merlin, somehow I don't really think of you as someone who's subject to sudden excesses of enthusiasm or anything else! One tries not to be, he acknowledged politely. A nd quite successfully, too, she agreed. But once I'd realized we weren't really seeing all that many seijins even now, and once I' d realized how your absence correlated so perfectly with every ot her verified sighting, I realized there really was only one of yo u. One of you who could change not just his outward appearance bu t who he actually was as easily as a mask lizard changes color in a flowerbed, and cover impossible distances with impossible spee d. And that, my friend, was the final proof you truly were a seij in. Just as much as Seijin Kohdy. Despite himself, Merlin blinke d at her chosen comparison. Seijin Kohdy was deeply embedded in S afeholdian folklore, but unlike the double handful of attested se ijins recorded in T, Tor Books, 2015, 3, Candlewick Press, 2009. Paperback. Like New. Pages are clean and are not marred by notes or folds of any kind. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less.Dust jacket quality is not guaranteed., Candlewick Press, 2009, 5<
