A Geography Of Haarth: Haarth (Updated)
The A Geography of Haarth post series is exploring the full range of locales and places from The Wall Of Night world of Haarth — including Haarth itself! 😉
From January 25, 2013 to November 25, 2014, the posts traversed locations encountered in The Heir Of Night and The Gathering Of The Lost.
Now the series has returned to gazette the geography of Daughter Of Blood (The Wall Of Night Book Three.) The new series comprises updates of previous entries as well as new listings.
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Haarth: the Derai name for the world in which The Wall Of Night series takes place.
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“…another recounted an even older story that claimed the Derai were not from Haarth at all, but had come from the stars long ago. They had, the teller said in hushed tones, built their great strongholds in a night and a day while the world still reeled from their coming. The plains had been riven with earthquake and fire, every river and lake had boiled—and when the cataclysm was over the vast and terrible Wall of Night marched along the northern boundary of the world.”
~ The Heir Of Night: The Wall of Night Book One; Chapter 16 — Woman Of Winter
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“As her fingers worked the pattern, her mind recalled every detail of the entity that had tried to lure her to her death during the dark of the moon, on a mountain ridge between the Rindle and The Leas. That night had been dedicated to Kan, but she had walked in the Shadow Band’s temple and knew that the entity she had encountered was not the god. Yet it was a power nonetheless, part of the ancient, forgotten legacy of Haarth.”
~ from © The Gathering Of The Lost: The Wall of Night Book Two; Chapter 39 — Darksworn
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[Malian] studied the wild terrain for some time while the late autumn sun climbed to its zenith. When she had held still long enough, she began to hear the deep, wordless song of Haarth, which she had first encountered on Emer’s Northern March. That first time, it had manifested as the call of a hidden path beside the river known as the Rindle. Later, Malian had heard it again through the singing green of Maraval forest, and the quiet of southern Aralorn with its chestnut woods and sleepy villages. The voice of this land, bordering wilderness, was more somber. The song of the wildfire and the flood, she thought. And because she was wearing Nhenir, she also heard another sound far beneath it: the faint, distant rumble of rocks, grinding deep in the earth.
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Jaransor, the Hills of the Hawk, might lie well beyond the horizon, but Malian knew she would never forget the anger that smoldered beneath their tors. Hearing that savage grumble now, however muted by distance, she realized that the Rindle might not have been her first encounter with the song of Haarth, after all.
~ from © Daughter Of Blood: The Wall of Night Book Three; Chapter 35 — Dissonance