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RESTORATION


RESTORATION
CAROL BERG



A ROC BOOK
First Roc Printing, August 2002 10 987654 3 21
Copyright ｩ Carol Berg, 2002 All rights reserved
Cover art: Matt Stawicki Designer: Ray Lundgren
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To all true heroes and heroines



CHAPTER 1
I was living in the land of demons when I first came to believe that the
god-stories of the Ezzarians were true. Being Ezzarian myself, I had heard tales
of Verdonne and her son Valdis from the time I was cradled, my faith in their
relevance waxing and waning as I progressed along the journey of my life. But by
the time I had survived sixteen years of slavery and reclaimed my life. I had
discovered undeniable evidence of the gods. I had seen the feadnach葉he light of
destiny容mblazoned on the soul of an arrogant Derzhi prince, which told me that
the heir to the most brutal of empires was destined to transform the world.
Beside such a wonder, how could I doubt my growing suspicion that I had some
part to play in the story of the Nameless God?
添ou know planting,・said the woman from behind my shoulder. 添ou致e a deft hand
with seedlings.・
Wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of a dirty hand, I shifted myself
and the basket of rista shoots down the newly tilled row. Though the early
spring air was still cool, the morning sun on my back was broiling. 溺y father
worked the fields of Ezzaria,・I said. 滴e took me with him every day until I
started my schooling. It comes back.・
I picked off the lower leaves of the plant, then scooped out a hole, inserted
the tender shoot, and repacked the cool black soil snugly about the feathery
roots and stem, winding about them the simple enchantments of steady growth and