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WORLD OF WARCRAFT: VOL'JIN: SHADOWS OF THE HORDE
By: Michael A. Stackpole
Gallery Books
July 2013
On Sale: July 2, 2013
320 pages
ISBN: 1416550674
EAN: 9781416550679
Kindle: B008J4N4DO
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Fantasy
That night, visions mocked Volβjin. He found himself in the midst of fighters, each of whom he recognized. Heβd gathered them for that final assault on Zalazane, to end his madness and free the Echo Isles for the Darkspears. Each of the combatants took on aspects of a jihui cube, faced to be at their maximum power. Not a fireship among them, but this did not surprise Volβjin. He was the fireship, but not yet turned to display his maximum power. This was not a fight, though desperate, in which he would destroy himself. Aided by Bwonsamdi, they would slay Zalazane and reclaim the Echo Isles. Who be you, this troll, who be having memories of a heroic effort? Volβjin turned, hearing the click of a cube snapping to a new facing. He felt trapped inside that cube, translucent though it was, and shocked that it had no values on any face. βI be Volβjin.β Bwonsamdi materialized in a gray world of swirling mists. βAnd who be this Volβjin?β The question shook him. The Volβjin of the vision had been the leader of the Darkspears, but was no longer. Reports of his death would just now be reaching the Horde. Perhaps they had not yet gotten there. In his heart, Volβjin hoped his allies had been delayed, just so Garrosh could dwell one more day wondering if his plan had succeeded. That did not answer the question. He was no longer the leader of the Darkspears, not in any real sense. They might still acknowledge him, but he could give them no orders. They would resist Garrosh and any Horde attempt to conquer them, but in his absence, they might listen to envoys who offered them protection. They could be lost to him. Who do I be? Volβjin shivered. Though he thought himself superior to Tyrathan Khort, at least the man was mobile and not wearing sick-robes. The man hadnβt been betrayed by a rival and assassinated. The man had clearly embraced some of the pandaren way. And yet, Tyrathan hesitated when he should not have. Some of it was a game to make the pandaren underestimate him, but Volβjin had seen through that. The other bits, though, as heβd hesitated after Volβjin complimented a move, those were genuine. And not something a man be allowing in himself. Volβjin looked up at Bwonsamdi. βI be Volβjin. I know who I was. Who I gonna be? That answer only Volβjin could be finding. And for now, Bwonsamdi, that be enough.β
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