The Daemon Prism: A Novel of the Collegia Magica
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Praise for the Novels of Carol Berg
The Soul Mirror
“A compelling and altogether admirable work.”
—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
“Berg brings life and grace to a story of magic and politics that should appeal to the author’s fans as well as lovers of Renaissance-style fantasy.”
—Library Journal
“Lavish.…Berg’s characters return to vivid life.…[She] refreshes and reinvigorates the familiar trappings of epic fantasy, shaping a novel that rings true both linguistically and imaginatively. This is one to savor.”
—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“A novel that stakes an early claim to my Top 10 list of 2011, The Soul Mirror (A++) takes the Collegia Magica series to the next level with a gripping tale.…Magic, science, family feuds, a kingdom and maybe even a world—or at least its laws of nature—in peril, a great heroine with a superb cast, and traditional fantasy does not get better than this!”
—Fantasy Book Critic
“An enjoyable otherworld fantasy that has an Age of Reason historical feel to the story line.…Fans will want to accompany the reluctant heroine as she learns there is much more than science in the wonderful world of Carol Berg.”
—Midwest Book Review
“A compelling addition to the world of the Collegia Magica and you’ll wait with baited breath as you follow Anne’s travels into the unfamiliar world of magic and sorcery.”
—Bibliophilic Book Blog
“Ms. Berg’s wonderful use of prose makes Anne’s voice irresistible as she takes us on an incredible journey fraught with mystery, suspense, and fantasy. Incredible world building superbly translates the emotions and feelings of Anne and the court as a whole. The overall story line is quite elegant and lyrical in its ebb and flow.…I recommend Ms. Berg’s Collegia Magica series as a must read for those who enjoy a historical themed fantasy with memorable characters, exciting mystery, taut suspense, and a sprinkling of romance.”
—Smexy Books Romance Reviews
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The Spirit Lens
“In this superbly realized leadoff to Berg’s quasi-Renaissance fantasy trilogy…Berg shapes the well-worn elements of epic fantasy into a lush, absorbing narrative.”
—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“Rich with vivid characters and unforgettable places.…[Berg] spins an infectiously enjoyable series opener that fans of thought-provoking fantasy and intriguing mystery should appreciate.”
—Library Journal
“[An] interestingly twisted new series.”
—Locus
“A super opening to what looks like a great alternate Renaissance fantasy.…Fans will appreciate this strong beginning as science and sorcery collide when three undercover agents investigate the divine and unholy collision of murder, magic, and physics.”
—Genre Go Round Reviews
“Berg is entirely adept at creating a detailed and nuanced fantasy world, made all the more impressive by noting that other books she has written seem to be about other worlds with other rules.”
—I Don’t Write Summaries
“A genuine page-turner that should please both mystery and fantasy fans.”
—Booklist
“Keeps the reader on edge.…Berg keeps the pages turning.”
—SFRevu
“A nonstop ride to a superb ending that left my appetite whetted for the next installment.”
—Fantasy Book Critic
“Berg is a master world builder that novice fantasy authors would do well to study. This first installment in a new trilogy, Collegia Magica, is a winner.”
—Romantic Times
“The Spirit Lens is an incredibly enjoyable fantasy adventure for those who love unexpected heroes, web-worked plots, magic versus technology, and librarians with a skill for investigative spying.”
—The Reader Eclectic
Breath and Bone
“The narrative crackles with intensity against a vivid backdrop of real depth and conviction, with characters to match. Altogether superior.”
—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
“Berg’s lush, evocative storytelling and fully developed characters add up to a first-rate purchase for most fantasy collections.”
—Library Journal
“Replete with magic-powered machinations, secret societies, and doomsday divinations, the emotionally intense second volume of Berg’s intrigue-laden Lighthouse Duet concludes the story of Valen.…[F]ans of Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Avalon sequence and Sharon Shinn will be rewarded.”
—Publishers Weekly
Flesh and Spirit
“The vividly rendered details…give this book such power. Berg brings to life every stone in a peaceful monastery and every nuance in a stratified society, describing the difficult dirty work of ordinary life as beautifully as she conveys the heart-stopping mysticism of holiness just beyond human perception.”
—Sharon Shinn, national bestselling author of Troubled Waters
“Valen is unquestionably memorable—in what is definitely a dark fantasy as much concerned with Valen’s internal struggle as with his conflicts with others.”
—Booklist
“Chilling fantasy.”
—Publishers Weekly
The Bridge of D’Arnath Novels
“A very promising start to a new series.”
—The Denver Post
“Berg has mastered the balance between mystery and storytelling [and] pacing; she weaves past and present together, setting a solid foundation.…It’s obvious [she] has put incredible thought into who and what makes her characters tick.”
—The Davis Enterprise
Song of the Beast
Winner of the Colorado Book Award for Science Fiction/Fantasy
“The plot keeps twisting right until the end…entertaining characters.”
—Locus
“Berg’s fascinating fantasy is a puzzle story, with a Celtic-flavored setting and a plot as intricate and absorbing as fine Celtic lacework…the characters are memorable, and Berg’s intelligence and narrative skill make this stand-alone fantasy most commendable.”
—Booklist
BOOKS BY CAROL BERG
THE COLLEGIA MAGICA SERIES
The Spirit Lens
The Soul Mirror
The Daemon Prism
THE LIGHTHOUSE SERIES
Flesh and Spirit
Breath and Bone
THE BRIDGE OF D’ARNATH SERIES
Son of Avonar
Guardians of the Keep
The Soul Weaver
Daughter of Ancients
THE RAI-KIRAH SERIES
Transformation
Revelation
Restoration
Song of the Beast
THE
DAEMON PRISM
A Novel of
the Collegia Magica
CAROL BERG
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The daemon prism: a novel of the Collegia Magica/Carol Berg.
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For Kylie, Madeline, and Ethan.
May you always see the magic.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Many thanks to Ken Perry and Celu Amberston for their gracious insights into the world of the senses. To Susan Smith and Linda Kinsel for your most special friendship, support, encouragement, and writerly counsel, and to the whole circle of Brian, Catherine, Courtney, Curt, and Susan for keeping me honest. To my dear readers and colleagues near and far for encouragement and commiseration through the tough days as well as the fine ones. To Mother, Brian, Jerry, and Andrew for understanding. And forever to the Exceptional Spouse for patience and support above and beyond.
THE
DAEMON PRISM
Table of Contents
Dante
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
Anne
CHAPTER 12
Dante
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
Anne
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
Dante
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
Anne
CHAPTER 26
Dante
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
Anne
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
Portier
CHAPTER 36
Anne
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
Dante
CHAPTER 39
Ilario
CHAPTER 40
Anne
CHAPTER 41
Dante
CHAPTER 1
30 OCET, 883RD YEAR OF
THE SABRIAN REALM, SUNSET
PRADOVERDE
“Stop right there!” I bellowed. My student’s resolute little inhalation signaled her ready to bind her first complex spell. I resisted the temptation to shatter or repair the well-structured but ill-conceived little charm. She had to learn.
Mercifully, she was well disciplined. Though her will tugged fiercely against mine, she obeyed.
“Concentrate. Look deeper. A hundred thousand streams in Sabria comprise water, rocks, willows, and trout. But to draw on this stream’s keirna—its essence—you must unearth the secrets that make it unique. You’re no child swatting a fly. Misjudgment could drown us…or bury us…or turn yon pasture into a swamp.” In this case, likely all of them and worse.
She knelt along the stream bank, not half a metre from my boots. Having spent most of every day for two years in her presence, I could sense her every muscle twitch, accurate signals for divining her level of confidence. It had taken her a very long time to prepare for this step, and she was very sure of herself. She hated mistakes.
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” she said after a few moments’ contemplation. “Sealing the snag will just divert the water around the end of it, digging out the far bank a little more. I’m not blocking the water flow completely. There’s plenty of leeway.”
She readied herself again.
“No!” I drove the heel of my staff into the rocky streambed.
She jerked but held her ground, not yanking her hand from the water. It wasn’t so easy to startle her into attendance anymore. So I assaulted her weakness with words. “Have you learned nothing? There’s mud between the rocks. What color is it? What consistency? Does the sun reveal glints of metal in it? What would that tell you of the stream’s origins and use? You’re a woman of science. Where is its source? Has its course evolved as nature prescribes or has it been purposely altered? Your friend Simon provided you the Pradoverde land grants. If you’d studied them with half a mind, you’d know this land was once a disputed boundary between two blood families. Why?”
“None of those things has to do with a snag of twigs formed this past summer.” She was so sure. So calm.
“Wrong! If you’d studied the legends of the Fremoline outcrops, where our stream has its source, you’d know there were persistent tales of gold deposits—”
“There are no gold deposits anywhere in the demesne of Louvel.” I could imagine her rolling her eyes. “The rocks are almost entirely limestone. The rumors provide nothing useful to weave into the spellwork.”
Breaking her prim, scholarly ways of thinking had been my most difficult challenge. It was why I had chosen this particular exercise on this particular day.
I repeated my probe of the streambed. Again, and then again, moving upstream until the muffled jar of metal shivered my staff and the razored sting of long-bound enchantment flowed up my arm. The virulence of the spell threatened to dissolve the bone. But I held the staff in place and tapped it sharply with my forefinger, my signal that she should touch it, too. She had to feel the magnitude of her error.
Her discipline held. A gurgle out of place in the rhythmic bubbling of the stream told me she’d withdrawn her hand from the water. A quiet chink, a scuff of dirt, and the release of pent power said she’d kicked aside the length of slender chain she’d laid out for her s
pell enclosure. Determined steps and a brush of skirts brought her to my side.
“If you’d looked deeper,” I said, cooler now that I’d snared her full attention, “you’d have found a bronze casket buried here at the seventh metre past the dogleg bend—the corner of the disputed territory. This is how the one faction, intending to ensure that they alone could harvest these rumored riches, shifted the streambed to fit their desired boundary.”
I could not see her face any better than I could see anything else in this daemon-blasted world. Yet, even had I not smelled her soap-scented sweat or heard the tight hiss of her annoyance, I’d have known her the moment she laid her finger on the carved hornbeam of my ancille—the moment the spells bound into my staff became instantly more useful, more lethal, faster, sharper, swollen from the inborn power she brought to any working. One would have to plumb the tangled depths of a forest’s roots or the moldered residue of an ancient battleground to match Anne de Vernase’s potential for magic. That she possessed a mind and will fully capable of wielding such power made her reluctance to take hold of it inexcusable.