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Book Information:
Genre: Fantasy
Author: Sean Russell
Name: World Without End
Series: Book one Moontide and Magic Rise
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World Without
End
Book One of Moontide and
Magic Rise

by Sean Russell

ONE
The drama unfolding in the field below seemed so improbable that it could have been nothing more than two
groups of players preparing a performanceтАФthe duel that would bring down the curtain on the first act.

тАЬIтАЩve forgotten my field glass. Hawkins? Can you see what theyтАЩre doing?тАЭ

The driver had been pacing, almost silently, back and forth between his team and the door to the carriage,
but he stopped now and shielded his eyes with a callused hand. тАЬIt is not yet clear, sir. They remain
standing in their separate groups, and no one is stepping forward.тАЭ The driver stayed in his place for a few
seconds and when it appeared that his employer would have no further questions, at least for a moment, he
returned to whispering to the gray mare and gelding.

The man who watched shifted on the seat of his carriage and realized he was gripping his cane so tightly
that the joints in his fingers had begun to ache. The gestural language of the theater was well known to him,
and what he saw transpiring on the field bore the unmistakable signs of unfolding tragedy. Signs he had
seen often these past months. The emotions that a pending tragedy engendered were also very familiar: the
overwhelming sense of helplessness; the firm knowledge that the small justice of men was of little
consequence on the larger stage; and then the growing horror.

He gazed out over the field where the curious whispered among themselves, as people did before the cur-