A Geography Of Haarth: Jaransor (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.
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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Jaransor: a range of uninhabited hills that lies to the west of the Gray Lands
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‘Kyr looked at her curiously. “What do you know of Jaransor?” he asked
Nhairin shrugged. “Only what anyone does. Those hills have long been forbidden, off limits, because too many of our people have foundered there. And the old records say that Jaransor is hostile to both the Derai and the Swarm. They claim that it is one of the ancient places of this world, possessed by a power that sleeps but lightly and is dangerous if woken. They also say,” she added, “that Jaransor is ghost-ridden and drives people mad.”
~ from © The Heir Of Night: The Wall of Night Book One; Chapter 25 — The River Of No Return
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“Kalan stared at the cairn, recalling the first and only time he had seen the Winter woman: a rider cloaked in white and seated on a white horse amidst falling snow, with a hawk resting still as stone on her forearm. In Jaransor, he thought—and was seized by the loss, pain, and terror, mixed with exhilaration, that had accompanied their flight through those hills. He clenched his hand hard around his sword hilt to stop himself crying out against the memories’ sharpness. The metal of pommel and guard pressed into flesh, cold as the snowflakes that had fallen from an iron sky, five years before.”
~ from © The Gathering Of The Lost: The Wall of Night Book Two; Chapter 31 — Tenneward Lodge
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“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.
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
I am interested to see how Jaransor manifests in Book 4!
Funnily enough… “Looks-back-at-chapter-before-last-written.” 😀