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The Seven
Peter Newman
‘An exciting new writer – sharp, compelling and original’ Mark LawrenceYears have passed since the Vagrant journeyed to the Shining City, Vesper in arm and Gamma’s sword in hand.Since then the world has changed. Vesper, following the footsteps of her father, journeyed to the breach and closed the tear between worlds, protecting the last of humanity, but also trapping the infernal horde and all those that fell to its corruptions: willing or otherwise.In this new age it is Vesper who leads the charge towards unity and peace, with seemingly nothing standing between the world and a bright new future.That is until eyes open.And The Seven awaken.
PETER NEWMAN
The Seven
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HarperVoyager
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First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2017
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Source ISBN: 9780008180171
Ebook Edition © April 2017 ISBN: 9780008239077
Version: 2017-03-10
Dedication (#u623a9590-ce75-5864-bda2-24c4ec5e15d2)
To my parents,
for your unfailing support.
Table of Contents
Cover (#ua9415cca-1c1a-58f7-8a0b-1fa05608384a)
Title Page (#u15ceb209-0f8f-5fd3-b172-9d883085111b)
Copyright (#ubaafcc6f-0a0e-5b54-affa-ffe6ffcb7592)
Dedication (#u56a1d7c4-4718-5240-855d-53a97dc9161d)
Chapter One (#u3cec1143-2b49-5752-94cc-1f258a011db7)
Chapter Two (#u37ef4066-0a51-5c23-9716-a7fd00295e9f)
One Thousand and Fifty-TwoYears Ago (#u583a9391-42d0-583d-a500-fc54f5117f45)
Chapter Three (#ue32d2874-984f-5f0d-9f05-744bb71aefb1)
One Thousand and Fifty-One Years Ago (#u4249e5c2-05f7-588f-8265-1e88858f39cb)
Chapter Four (#u0d05f498-73fc-5508-9c3e-1b6c0b529da7)
Chapter Five (#u0f4d2a53-2bc0-5636-a662-9d25aaad24eb)
One Thousand and Forty-Nine Years Ago (#u78635ba5-9b80-52ab-9c1b-8097e4919d6f)
Chapter Six (#u4ccde507-b691-50bc-a06e-fa47232383f4)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
One Thousand and Forty-Six Years Ago (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
One Thousand and Thirty-One Years Ago (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
One Thousand and Twenty-Seven Years Ago (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
One Thousand and Twenty-Three Years Ago (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
One Thousand and Nine Years Ago (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
One Thousand and Nine Years Ago (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)
Also by Peter Newman (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#u623a9590-ce75-5864-bda2-24c4ec5e15d2)
Alpha of The Seven stands in an alcove, encased in rock that is eggshell thin. A fragile prison made of grief, of stone tears that flow briefly, hardening, smothering.
For a thousand years, he and his siblings have dwelled in their chamber, wallowing, their gaze turned inward, falling further and further from humanity. It was not always this way.
Once, when the Breach first stirred, they sent their sister, Gamma, to aid their people. It was her time to shine, to do the creator’s will and do glorious battle against the infernal.
But there was no glory. Only death.
When Gamma did not return, The Seven wept anew, a river of tears for the life that should have been. Endless.
And when a lowly vagrant returned Gamma’s living sword, the relic had changed. They offered it rest at their side and it rejected them. It judged them.
So they retreated from pain and grief, returning to a haven of memories.
Years passed and a new threat arose from the Breach.
The Seven turned their backs.
And Gamma’s sword ventured into the world once more.
This time a girl bore the sword back to them, and where the man had been silent, she had plenty to say.
Alpha remembers her words. They sting and stir, making grief into anger, inaction into action. Rage shakes him. Cracks form in the eggshell-thin layer of stone. Individual chunks fall, like a jigsaw of a man unmaking itself, each piece revealing a glint of silver, a hint at the form that dwells beneath. Wings stretch: a cascade of stone as Alpha steps, shining, from the alcove, a halo of flying dust around him.
As his essence flares into life, so too do his brothers and sisters. They wake slowly, reluctantly. Compelled but hesitant, curious but afraid.
Alpha’s eyes are the blue of the sky. He looks to each of the alcoves, to his brothers, Beta and Epsilon, and his sisters, Delta, Theta and Eta. Silvered wings flex, and stone crumbles away, revealing bodies that gleam. The fragments shatter in a cloud. A wing-beat, two, and the cloud is dispelled.
They stare at one another for a long time as dust settles and thoughts begin to form. Then, one by one, they step out from their alcoves to join Alpha in the centre of the room.
Six metal figures, perfect, gather together in a circle. Their voices are music, each weaving with the others, harmonious. Slowly, they sing of what has happened while they slept, of all that has gone wrong, and begin to debate what is to be done and how many will have to die.
Nearby, Vesper fidgets as feathers are woven into her hair. ‘Is this really necessary?’
At her question, hands pause, and three sets of eyes flick to the other authority in the room.
Overseeing the team of people dressing the girl is Obeisance, the only human allowed within The Seven’s inner sanctum. Wrapped in her feathered cloak, her skin is hairless, her toes and fingers without nails, her life and body dedicated to service. Obeisance’s voice can soothe immortals, it has no trouble with Vesper. ‘You do not approve?’
‘It’s not that,’ says Vesper. ‘I’m sure it looks … lovely. But it’s not really me. I think they should see me as I am.’
‘Do you believe you are defined by your appearance?’
She scratches at a cluster of tiny white scars on her cheek, thinking. ‘No.’
‘Then appear to them as a leader. You are the chosen of The Seven, Bearer of Gamma’s sword. It will be your voice that leads us into a new age. Change is unsettling, and the people of the Shining City must put their faith in you. This,’ she gestures to Vesper’s outfit, ‘will make it easier for them.’
Vesper shrugs, Obeisance gives a nod, and the team get back to work.
Adjustments are made, tiny details agonized over. Her long coat is carefully arranged, the plates on the shoulders given a final polish. Vesper’s boots add an inch to her height, her hair another two. She does not feel any taller.
‘Are you ready?’ asks Obeisance.
She is not. ‘Yes,’ she replies, lifting the sword and putting it onto her back.
Obeisance gives a rare smile. ‘Good. It is time.’
They gather around the steps leading upwards to the sanctum of The Seven. Thousands of them: a ceremony to welcome the Bearer back from her travels. Prominent residents of the Shining City and proud members of the Empire of the Winged Eye. The Seraph Knights in their gleaming armour, the soldiers in their perfect formations, and the citizens, modestly dressed, uniform in appearance and thought. Even the children are here, organized by choir, synchronized and silent.
Like a living sea they swell around the great silver steps. A dazzling monument of seamless metal, fifty feet high, that ends, abrupt, in mid air. Another thirty feet of empty space separate the steps from the great floating cube that is the sanctum itself, turning slowly, featureless, suspended above by powers no longer understood.
A small opening appears at the base of the cube, two figures framed within.
Far below, the assembled crowd lower their heads in reverence and the knights draw their singing swords in salute.
