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World of Warcraft: Vol'jin: Shadows of the Horde
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 Vol’jin. He found himself in the
midst of fighters, each of whom he recognized. He’d 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 Vol’jin. 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? Vol’jin 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. “I be Vol’jin.” Bwonsamdi materialized in a gray world of swirling mists.
“And who be this Vol’jin?” The question shook him. The Vol’jin 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, Vol’jin 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? Vol’jin shivered. Though he thought himself superior to
Tyrathan Khort, at least the man was mobile and not wearing
sick-robes. The man hadn’t 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
Vol’jin had seen through that. The other bits, though, as
he’d hesitated after Vol’jin complimented a move, those were
genuine. And not something a man be allowing in himself. Vol’jin looked up at Bwonsamdi. “I be Vol’jin. I know who I
was. Who I gonna be? That answer only Vol’jin could be
finding. And for now, Bwonsamdi, that be enough.”
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