Pilgrim

41. An Angry Foam of Stars (#litres_trial_promo)

42. The Lake of Life (#litres_trial_promo)

43. The Bridges of Tencendor (#litres_trial_promo)

44. Aftermath (#litres_trial_promo)

45. The Twenty Thousand (#litres_trial_promo)

46. The Secret in the Basement (#litres_trial_promo)

47. StarSon (#litres_trial_promo)

48. Companionship and Respect (#litres_trial_promo)

49. Sigholt’s Gift (#litres_trial_promo)

50. Sanctuary (#litres_trial_promo)

51. A SunSoar Reunion … of Sorts (#litres_trial_promo)

52. Of What Can’t Be Rescued (#litres_trial_promo)

53. The Enchanted Song Book (#litres_trial_promo)

54. The Cruelty of Love (#litres_trial_promo)

55. An Enchantment Made Visible (#litres_trial_promo)

56. The Field of Flowers (#litres_trial_promo)

57. Gorken Pass (#litres_trial_promo)

58. The Deep Blue Cloak of Betrayal (#litres_trial_promo)

59. A Fate Deserved? (#litres_trial_promo)

60. Of Salvation (#litres_trial_promo)

61. The Bloodied Rose Wind (#litres_trial_promo)

62. A Song of Innocence (#litres_trial_promo)

63. The Fields of Resurrection … and the Streets of Death (#litres_trial_promo)

64. The Doorways (#litres_trial_promo)

65. Evacuation (#litres_trial_promo)

66. Cats in the Corridor! (#litres_trial_promo)

67. The Emptying (#litres_trial_promo)

68. Mountain, Forest and Marsh (#litres_trial_promo)

69. The Dark Tower (#litres_trial_promo)

70. The Rape of Tencendor (#litres_trial_promo)

71. The Hunt (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Glossary (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Author’s Note (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by Sara Douglass (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Map (#ulink_dfb9d514-8047-5d1d-8e60-6f91d524035c)

Prologue (#ulink_66dbafd8-4a82-5854-aa69-34c955eeba4b)

The lieutenant pushed his fork back and forth across the table, back and forth, back and forth, his eyes vacant, his mind and heart a thousand galaxies away. Scrape … scrape … scrape.

“For heaven’s sake, Chris, will you stop that? It’s driving me crazy!”

The lieutenant gripped the fork in his fist, and his companion tensed, thinking Chris would fling it across the dull, black metal table towards him.

But Chris’ hand suddenly relaxed, and he managed a tight, half-apologetic smile. “Sorry. It’s just that this … this …”

“We only have another two day spans, mate, and then we wake the next shift for their stint at uselessness.”

Chris’ fingers traced gently over the surface of the table. It vibrated. Everything on the ship vibrated.

“I can’t bloody wait for another stretch of deep sleep,” he said quietly, his eyes flickering over to Commander Devereaux sitting at a keyboard by the room’s only porthole. “Unlike him.”

His fellow officer nodded. Perhaps thirty-five rotations ago, waking from their allotted span of deep sleep, the retiring crew had reported a strange vibration within the ship. No mechanical or structural problem … the ship was just vibrating.

And then … then they’d found that the ship was becoming a little sluggish in responding to commands, and after five or six day spans it refused to respond to their commands at all.