The Soprano Sorceress: The First Book of the Spellsong Cycle
L. E. Modesitt Jr.
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When Anna Marshall is transported from her boring and frustrating life in Ames, Iowa, to the very different world of Erde, she's angry and confused, but soon finds out that for the first time in her life she's uniquely powerful. In Iowa Anna was a music instructor and small-time opera singer, but on Erde her musical ability makes her a big-time sorceress--potentially.
First she must figure out how to use her ability before the big-time rulers who've notices her arrival kill her just because she's an unpredictable new power....Those rulers may wish they hadn't waited as long as they did.
Ashtaar ironically. “We should remedy that, too,” suggests Gretslen. “Later … if necessary,” Ashtaar agrees. 64 Anna studied the clean riding clothes she wore, then yanked the bellpull. Daffyd had intimated that she was a prisoner in a gilded cage. Well … there was no way she was going to spend another day sitting in a tower room practicing lutar and trying to adapt more songs into spells. She’d go mad. She walked back to the window, standing slightly back from the open shutters and the
given—grudgingly—at breakfast. Sorcery didn’t work on the singer—except indirectly; if you caused something to explode you could get killed by the fragments. Spells worked best on ordered or semi-ordered nonliving materials. Spells had to have rhyme and what amounted to meter. Songspells worked best with solid accompaniment, and the more complex and involved spells didn’t work at all without that kind of support. Great! She put down the pencil, pushed back the chair, stood, and walked toward the
you replace some of the liedburg guards in Denguic with levies in similar garb, levies from Sudwei, perhaps?” “That might help. That cripple Geansor won’t complain.” “Not with his heir and daughter in the south tower,” says Alasia dryly. “You’ve never approved of that, but what choice do I have? In any case …” Barjim pauses and rubs his left temple. “In any case, we could move them in with the supply wagons over the next week. Behlem wouldn’t notice the difference through a scrying pond, no
Brill sang, trying to project his voice over other voices and the rumblings of the storm that swept down out of the Ostfels. “ … mighty fortress is our song … … stands against all nature’s powers strong … .” Spang! An arrow smashed against the edge of the parapet, then dropped onto the bricks less than a yard from Anna’s feet. The arrowhead itself was a triangular, serrated, ugly chuck of metal, tough enough that it was barely deformed by its impact against the hard bricks of the fort.
those women in Ranuak.” Daffyd shrugged. “I would not know, but I guess he had to be most careful in balancing between Barjim and the matriarchs, especially since he cannot ride or lead his levies.” Anna wanted to shake her head. Did it always come down to military ability? 50 Just after mid-morning Anna and Daffyd rode west past the center of Synope toward the Synor River—and Lord Hryding’s holding. Although it was far earlier in the day than when she and Daffyd had first entered the town, or