Sky Trillium (The Saga of the Trillium, Book 5)
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As a world crumbles, beset by devastating natural catastrophes, three royal sisters must reclaim a lost magic to rescue their shattered home world from a plague of ancient malevolence, in this continuation of the magnificent Saga of the Trillium.
The story that began with Black Trillium—the brainchild of Julian May, Andre Norton, and Marion Zimmer Bradley, three of fantasy fiction’s greats—takes glorious flight in Sky Trillium as author May carries the magnificent saga of magic, sisterhood, and destiny to breathtaking new heights.
The Petals of the Living Trillium—Anigel the Queen, Kadiya the Warrior, and Haramis the Archimage—have defeated great evil to keep their realm safe, thanks in part to three magical talismans dating back to the War of Enchantment that nearly destroyed the world in the time of the Vanished Ones. Now, with one relic missing and another rendered powerless, the World of the Three Moons is vulnerable—and a devastating outbreak of earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and other natural disasters suggests that a dark and terrible magic is descending once again. The last hope for the planet’s salvation lies in the fabled Sky Trillium, but its creation depends on the three sisters being able to recover what was stolen from them and escape the poisonous intrigues of the royal court, banding together one more time to forge a Scepter of Power. But the old wounds of an ancient war continue to fester—and the Star Men are waiting to see the Petals wither and fall.
one of the blackbirds, who wore the modest gray and white feathers of a sea-griss over a simple woolen robe. “Stop wriggling,” Naelore said to her passenger, “or I will command my Star to sprinkle you with pain.” “If you would just unfasten the bonds on my wrists,” Queen Anigel replied, “I could cling to the saddle skirts and would not constantly be in danger of losing my balance. It doesn’t help that the headpiece of this wretched bird costume keeps slipping over my eyes.” The Archduchess
hesitate.” She took the picture of him from an inner pocket of her gown, letting him glimpse it briefly. Then she rose from her seat with abrupt swiftness, strode to the hearth, and cast the framed ivory image into the flames. He bowed his head, and when he finally spoke again his voice was unsteady. “I love you, Haramis. You must believe me. Believe me also when I say that my intentions in regard to this world of ours are neither evil nor selfishly motivated.” She stood with her back to him,
red-checked towel, a greased metal sheet having coarsely ground meal scattered on it, a floured board, a saucer of pale bubbly liquid with a brush in it, a lump of butter on a plate, and a large serrated knife. Against another wall were what appeared to be more storage cupboards, and also several singular doors with little windows in them, one of them obscurely illuminated within. Above it a glowing red gem blinked slowly. “Just in time, too!” the old man giggled. “I know I should let it cool,
extended throughout the entire Southern Sea! Galanar was naught but a province of ours, and the spineless chieftains of Imlit and Okamis knelt at the Empress Naelore’s footstool. Even proud Zinora paid us a yearly tribute of a shipload of their finest pearls.” “So you hope that Orogastus and the Star Guild will help you to unseat your brother Denombo?” Naelore’s eyes were burning. “I do not hope for it, I expect it—and within three short days!” Without another word she spun about and departed,
applause. “Wait for a few minutes,” Gyorgibo commanded, grinning in relieved satisfaction, “until sweet air replaces the noxious effluvium. Then we can descend via that ramp.” The fronials calmed, as did their riders. Anigel murmured shaky thanks to King Ledavardis for having held the head of her mount when it threatened to bolt. He said, “With your permission, future Mother-in-Law, I will ride beside you and see to your safety as we cross this inferno.” Anigel said, “I welcome your help, for