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What would our world be like today?




PROLOGUE: KERRICK

Life is no longer easy. Too much has changed, too many are dead, the winters are too long. It was not
always this way. I remember clearly the encampment where I grew up, remember the three families there,
the long days, friends, good food. During the warm seasons we stayed on the shore of a great lake filled
with fish. My first memories are of that lake, looking across its still water at the high mountains beyond,
seeing their peaks grow white with the first snows of winter. When the snow whitened our tents and the
grass around as well, that would be the time when the hunters went to the mountains. I was in a hurry to
grow up, eager to hunt the deer, and the greatdeer, at their side.

That simple world of simple pleasures is gone forever. Everything has changed—and not for the better.
At times I wake at night and wish that what happened had never happened. But these are foolish thoughts
and the world is as it is, changed now in every way. What I thought was the entirety of existence has
proved to be only a tiny corner of reality. My lake and my mountains are only the smallest part of this
great continent that borders an immense ocean to the east.

I also know about the others, the creatures we call murgu, and I learned to hate them even before I saw
them. As our flesh is warm, theirs is chill. We have hair upon our heads and a hunter will grow a proud
beard, while the animals that we hunt have warm flesh and fur or hair. But this is not true of the murgu.
They are cold and smooth and scaled, have claws and teeth to rend and tear, are large and terrible, to be
feared. And hated. I knew that they lived in the warm waters of the ocean to the south and on the warm
lands to the south. They cannot abide the cold so they did not trouble us.

All that has changed so terribly that nothing will be the same ever again. That is because there are murgu
called Yilanè who are intelligent just as we Tanu are intelligent. It is my unhappy knowledge that our
world is only a tiny part of the Yilanè world. We live in the north of a great continent. And to the south of
us, over all the land, there swarm only Yilanè.

And there is even worse. Across the ocean there are even larger continents—and there there are no

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hunters at all. None. But Yilanè, only Yilanè. The entire world is theirs except for our small part.

Now I will tell you the worst thing about the Yilanè. They hate us as we hate them. This would not matter
if they were only great, insensate beasts. We would stay in the cold north and avoid them in this manner.

But there are those among them who may be as intelligent as hunters, as fierce as hunters. And their
number cannot be counted but it is enough to say that they fill all of the lands of this great world.

I know these things because I was captured by the Yilanè, grew up among them, learned from them. The
first horror I felt when my father and all the others were killed has been dimmed by the years. When I
learned to speak as the Yilanè do I became as one of them, forgot that I was a hunter, even learned to call