The Daylight War (The Demon Cycle, #3)

by Peter V. Brett

“I have come as you demanded, son of Jeph,” Jardir said. “Speak your accusations for all assembled and almighty Everam, from whom all justice flows, to hear.” “The spear you hold is not yours,” the Par’chin said. “I risked my own life to bring it back to the world, and brought it first to you, my brother in sharak, to share its power. But sharing its secrets was not enough for you. The moment you realized its power was true, you conspired to steal it from me, ambushing me at night on the holy floor of the Maze. Your men beat me, and you took the spear, then cast me into a demon pit to die.” There were murmurs from both sides at this, but Jardir ignored them, letting the Par’chin continue. He had carried these burdens too long in secret. Let us have it out, and have it done. “When I killed the sand demon and climbed from the pit, I told you you would need to kill me yourself,” the Par’chin said. “But you chose instead to knock me out and leave me on the dunes to die. You should have known then this was coming.” Jardir nodded. “You speak truly, Par’chin. I deny none of these actions, but I do deny the crime. One cannot steal one’s own property from the thief that took it.” The Par’chin laughed. “Your property? I found it hundreds of miles from you, in a place no one had been to in three thousand years!” “Kaji was my ancestor,” Jardir said. The son of Jeph snorted. “Your stories are true, he had thousands of children, spread across the land. Got descendants in every sheep-sti...