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Illidan: World of Warcraft: A Novel

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About Illidan: World Of Warcraft: A Novel

Product Description Behind the legend stands a being hungry for justice and vengeance as the adventure, intrigue, and heroism of World of Warcraft, the global phenomenon, rise to a new level.You are not prepared.   Illidan Stormrage is one of the most powerful beings ever to walk the lands of Azeroth. He is also one of the least understood. Behind his legend, beneath his enigmatic mission, lies a brilliant mind whose machinations are comprehended by few—and trusted by even fewer. Illidan’s righteous reign of justice and vengeance has begun.   Long ago, the night elf sorcerer Illidan infiltrated the demonic Burning Legion to ward off its invasion of Azeroth. Instead of hailing him as a hero, his own kind branded him the Betrayer, questioning his intentions after he appeared to aid the demon lords. For ten thousand years, he languished in prison—vilified, isolated, but never forgetting his purpose.   Now the Legion has returned, and there is only one champion who can truly stand against it. Released from his bonds, Illidan prepares for the final confrontation in the alien realm of Outland, gathering an army of grotesque fel orcs, serpentine naga, cunning blood elves, and twisted demon hunters to his side. He alone knows what deeply hidden motives guide his hand; he alone understands the price that must be paid to defeat the enemies of creation. Yet as before, he is assailed by those who see his schemes as a cynical quest for power, including the night elf Maiev Shadowsong, his former jailor. Warden Shadowsong and her Watchers have pursued the Betrayer to Outland to exact retribution for his crimes, and she will not rest until Illidan is in her custody . . . or in his grave.Praise for Illidan   “William King kicks off a great story with Illidan.”—BlizzPro   “For many people, new and old players alike, this book will be an eye-opening journey.”—All Things Azeroth   “I enjoyed World of Warcraft: Illidan a great deal.”—BlizzPlanet   “Damn fun . . . There’s virtually never a dull moment in Illidan.”—Cinelinx Review “William King kicks off a great story with Illidan.”—BlizzPro   “For many people, new and old players alike, this book will be an eye-opening journey.”—All Things Azeroth   “I enjoyed World of Warcraft: Illidan a great deal.”—BlizzPlanet   “Damn fun . . . There’s virtually never a dull moment in Illidan.”—Cinelinx About the Author William King is the author of more than twenty novels, an Origins Award–winning game designer, and a husband, father, and player of MMOs. His short stories have appeared in Interzone and The Year’s Best Science Fiction: Seventh Annual Collection. His Warhammer books have sold almost a million copies in English and been translated into eight languages. His novel Blood of Aenarion was shortlisted for the 2012 David Gemmell Legend Award. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter OneFour Years Before the FallGreen meteors ripped through the dark clouds that perpetually obscured the heavens over Shadowmoon Valley. The ground shook as the monstrously ornate demonic siege engines on the walls of the Black Temple rained death down on the blood elf forces of Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider, strewing the red earth of Outland with their corpses. Despite their losses, the elves pushed forward, determined to take the citadel of Magtheridon, lord of Outland, the Burning Legion’s satrap in this shattered world.Illidan paused for a moment and studied the Black Temple. To inexperienced eyes, the defenses might look immeasurably strong, but he saw that they had been neglected. There were too few sentries for the span of the towering walls, the warding spells were starting to unravel, and the metal struts of the gates were stained with rust and verdigris. The defenders responded slowly, as if they could not quite believe they were being assaulted by a force so much smaller than their own. Perhaps they expected to be relieved by demonic allies. If so, they were d