Last Flight (Dragon Age, Book 5)
Return to Thedas, the setting of BioWare's award-winning Dragon Age dark fantasy RPG, and discover what dark, forgotten secrets lurk in the history of the legendary Grey Wardens.
The Grey Wardens are heroes across Thedas once again: The Archdemon has been defeated with relative ease and the scattered darkspawn are being driven back underground. The Blight is over. Or so it seems.
Valya, a young elven mage recently recruited into the Wardens, has been tasked with studying the historical record of previous Blights in order to gain insight into newly reported, and disturbing, darkspawn phenomena. Her research into the Fourth Blight leads her to an encoded reference scrawled in the margins of an ancient map, and to the hidden diary of Issenya, one of the last of the fabled griffon riders. As the dark secrets buried in Isseyna's story unfold, Valya begins to question everything she thought she knew about the heroic Grey Wardens...
kind, that was no leisurely stroll. Had they, too, come to escape the mage-templar war? They had. She learned that, and more, over the next few weeks. The templars hailed from southern Orlais, not far from the shores of Lake Celestine. Their leader, Diguier, had been a Knight-Lieutenant in his order. He had heard of the slaughter at Kirkwall and the chaos of White Spire, and, along with a handful of like-minded comrades, had decided that they wanted no part of it. Originally there had been
as a messenger boy?” “Of course not,” Amadis replied, her dark eyes widening in surprise. She tossed her sleek black hair with a laugh. “What better use could there be for him? He’s got no gift for magic and he’s hopeless with a saw, you’ve seen it yourself. Ask him to help build aravels, and he’d find a way to sink those fishing boats on land. “But what he can do is ride that funny-looking griffon to the far corners of Thedas at extraordinary speed. And there he can use his gifts of charm to
then,” the elf said. “Three mages. You two and Eracas, I suppose, if I can pry him loose from Felisse.” “We’ll meet you here in the morning,” Isseya agreed. Her brother nodded, and then he and Amadis went back into the castle together. It was very late, and they were the last ones in the courtyard. Even the castle servants had retired for the night after taking Isseya’s saddles for cleaning. Other than the guards marching their endless rounds on the torch-ringed walls, keeping vigil against any
Under the stone arch of its threshold she hesitated, looking back one last time. “Do you remember when we first came here, and you said we needed to find something to prove to the Wardens that we were worth accepting?” “Yes.” “What if … What if I did, but it’s not something I’m sure they should have?” Curiosity shone in Sekah’s dark gaze, but the boy held back the question he so plainly wanted to ask. Instead he steepled his fingers together over the open book, considering. “I’d ask why you
hold in a living creature. It grew and spread like cancer, and she had never heard of a cure. There was only the Joining, and that was only a delay. But in the eggs—in those unformed, embryonic creatures—there was little to anchor the taint, and she had been able to draw it out. She couldn’t destroy it, but she could transfer it from the unborn griffons to her own body. And so she had. It hadn’t made her any sicker. Isseya had worried that it might, and that she might not be able to reach the