Because of the corelings–dark creatures of magic–the world of science and technology have since ceased to exist, leaving a civilization akin to the Middle Ages. For hundreds of years, Thesa’s nighttime has been filled with a nightmare of corelings, often associated with mankind’s Sin–scientific advancement–against the Creator. The fantasy-touching-on-science fiction feel of the world. The point is that I’ve read the book (finally). I’LL READ YOUR STORY, GOOD SIR.” That super-creepy stare, though. My eventual thought process went along the lines of: “FINE. Trust me, you don’t want the Warded Man staring at you. I mostly blame the fact that I eventually found my paperback copy of the book staring eerily at me at the top of my bookshelf. I kind of blame showing up at a Comic Con panel where the author did a reading of The Desert Spear a while back (although I couldn’t tell you what the reading was about, since I tend to block out spoilers, I do remember getting intrigued enough). I kind of blame having read the stories of the Unfetteredanthology for putting The Warded Man high on my priority list (“Mudboy” was one of my favorites from the collection). Together, they will stand against the night. Now, with hope for the future fading, three young survivors of vicious demon attacks will dare the impossible, stepping beyond the crumbling safety of the wards to risk everything in a desperate quest to regain the secrets of the past. Night by night the demons grow stronger, while human numbers dwindle under their relentless assault. Once, men and women battled the corelings on equal terms, but those days are gone. For hundreds of years the demons have terrorized the night, slowly culling the human herd that shelters behind magical wards-symbols of power whose origins are lost in myth and whose protection is terrifyingly fragile. Just saying.Īs darkness falls after sunset, the corelings rise-demons who possess supernatural powers and burn with a consuming hatred of humanity. Kind of like this “lovely” lady but in Peter V. I’m slightly regretting giving away my autographed ward sticker/tattoo swag to a friend for his birthday, because I’d have totally kept it and warded my forehead.
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