About The Characters: Meet The Minor Players In “The Wall Of Night” Series — Meet Lord Falk
The About The Characters post series focuses on the minor characters in The Wall Of Night series, in large part because:
“I think it’s the presence of the smaller characters that “makes” a story, creating texture around the main points of view.”
~ from: 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 — in alphabetical order, by name, of course!
It’s been a while now since we’ve had a character that appears in both The Gathering of the Lost and Daughter of Blood—but today is that day! 😀
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Lord Falk: Castellan of the Northern March of Emer, in the Southern Realms of Haarth
When Carick looked again the two combatants were still hammering away at each other, but their adherents had fallen silent, easing away from a chestnut destrier that had appeared in the gate. The chestnut’s rider was bareheaded; the early breeze riffled thinning sandy hair as he surveyed the yard, and the voice that spoke was light, but with an edge beneath the even tone. “What,” the newcomer asked, “is going on here?”
The rider had not seemed to raise his voice, but it cut across the clash of swords all the same. The two combatants sprang back, lowering their blades; their faces wore matching expressions of chagrin and apprehension as they turned toward the gate. “Lord Falk,” Girvase said, gasping for breath. “Ser, we didn’t realize …”
So this, thought Carick, taking in the mix of dismay and apprehension around the yard, is the Castellan of Normarch, the Duke’s foster brother and strong right arm in Emer’s wild north.
~ from © The Gathering of The Lost, The Wall Of Night Book Two – Chapter 14, Maister Gervon
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Drifts of mist lay between black trunks and a russet fox slipped out of the undergrowth, stopping with one paw raised to gaze at her from eyes she knew would be the color of barley ale. Above its head, a knot in an oak trunk twisted into a fox’s mask before shifting into the face of Lord Falk, Castellan of Normarch and leader of the Emerian Oakward. The russet fox slipped away.
“Ah,” Lord Falk’s expression was as inscrutable as any Raven could muster. “I wondered when you would come calling on me again.”
~ from © Daughter Of Blood: The Wall of Night Book Three, Chapter 18 — The Wayhouse