About The Characters — Meet Emeriath
Last year, I resumed my “About the Characters” post series that focuses on the minor characters in The Wall Of Night series, because:
“I think it’s the presence of the smaller characters that “makes” a story, creating texture around the main points of view.”
~ from my Legend Award Finalist's Interview, 2013
Initially, the series focused exclusively on characters from The Heir of Night, but now I’m continuing on with minor characters from both The Gathering Of The Lost and Daughter of Blood simultaneously — in alphabetical order, of course!
(The quotes, together with the covers, indicate whether the character appears in all or only one of the books.)
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Emeriath: a figure out of Derai legend, associated with the hero, Kerem the Dark Handed
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Malian—looking from the corner of her eye—saw that even the gray-clad heralds were leaning forward as the minstrel waited, holding the hall in his silence. Then his hand touched the strings and the golden voice soared, sweeping them into the old, old tale of Kerem the Dark Handed and Emeriath of Night. Kerem was one of the elder heroes of the Derai, a solitary hunter and warrior who wreaked great havoc amongst the Swarm and rescued Emeriath from the Maze of Fire. It was a dark story, like all the great hero tales…
~ from © The Heir Of Night, The Wall of Night Book One: Chapter 2 — Heralds Of The Guild
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“I wish,” she began, and then fell silent herself. The nightingale, which had been quiet for some time, was singing again and now the old Derai sorrow was all she heard of its song: Kerem the Dark Handed and Emeriath; Xeria’s grief for Tasian; Yorindesarinen dying alone, her body
hacked and riven, with the Chaos Worm’s venom racking her veins.
~ from © The Gathering Of The Lost, The Wall of Night Book Two: Chapter 46 — Moonset
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...the face that stooped over Myr’s was undoubtedly a woman’s, even if the eyes were as sorrowful as the crow’s, gazing down on her from the sundered web. “Who?” she tried to ask, and was glad the pain had grown remote again as the darkness pressed close.
“Emeriath,” the stranger said, so perhaps Myr had managed the question after all. Emeriath, she thought, from the heart of one of the old, dark hero tales: a lady of Night who had been captured by the Swarm. Together with Kerem, who came to her rescue, she had trodden the Maze of Fire and escaped.
~ from © Daughter Of Blood: The Wall of Night Book Three, Chapter 55 — The Crow