A Geography Of Haarth: Winter Country (Updated)
It seems fitting that the very last entry for the current A Geography Of Haarth post series, which has posted every second Thursday for most of the past two years, should fall on the very last Thursday of 2019.
During that time, the series has traversed the full range of locales and places from The Wall of Night world of Haarth as featured in Daughter of Blood (The Wall Of Night, Book Three). Previously, from January 25, 2013 to November 25, 2014, the series explored locations encountered in The Heir Of Nightand The Gathering Of The Lost.
Each locale has been accompanied by a quote from the relevant books where the place occurs, and the second series comprised updates of previous entries as well as new listings.
But now here we are, at the very last entry…
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Winter Country: vast steppes in the north of Haarth, inhabited by the Winter People
“He still shivered, remembering how the wind had raged, hurling snow and ice across the land and driving his party before it, further and further from the Wall until they came to the boundaries of the Winter Country. Many perished before they got there and the Earl knew that all would have died if the Winter people had not taken them in.”
~ from © The Heir Of Night, The Wall of Night Book One: Chapter 15 — The Darkness of the Derai
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“The dream was thinning, Malian thought, the Keep of Winds and the Derai world withdrawing into the whiteness. She could hear the bluster of the wind over the Winter Country and smell the smoky interior of a Winter lodge. Yet still she lingered, unwilling to cross back.”
~ from © The Gathering Of The Lost, The Wall of Night Book Two: Prologue
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A line seared across Malian’s inner sight and she smelled snow, mingled with the scent of birchwood fires as the fiery line became the hawk’s flight, solitary above a winter plain. Her seeking quickened, and although her eyes remained closed she pushed her power hard. Now, the curl of song was also a spring, bubbling up beneath another plain of wind and dust. Her seeking became the windhover, gliding this way and that on the currents of the air and all the time looking, searching—until Malian saw it, a Winter Country cairn in the midst of the Gray Lands, with the Song of Haarth rising beneath it.
~ from © Daughter Of Blood, The Wall of Night Book Three: Chapter 38 — Dawn Wind