#ALAN DEAN FOSTER ICERIGGER DRIVERS#
Our protagonists visit old frien The Deluge Drivers is the third part of Alan Dean Foster’s Icerigger trilogy, which in itself is also a sub-series within his larger Humanx Commonwealth series. There are new characters introduced but they don’t steal the spotlight from the characters from the first two books. Foster really pulls out all the stops in this one. If you can cope with the complexity of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld you can cope with this. It’s not as confusing as it might sound, honest. The Deluge Drivers is the third part of Alan Dean Foster’s Icerigger trilogy, which in itself is also a sub-series within his larger Humanx Commonwealth series. If Ethan and crew of Slanderscree couldn't stop the process, soon Tran-ky-ky would become a paradise for humans - and a living hell for the Tran.more Someone was systematically raising the temperature of the frozen planet. Nothing could have prepared Ethan and his Tran and human companions for what they encountered as they sped southward, for its like had not been seen for thousands of years - open water on the ice oceans of Tran-ky-ky!īut the worst was yet to come. Only the great icerigger Slanderscree could make the dangerous journey to the isolated southern continent, and only Ethan could convince the primitive Tran that the mysterious warm spot was worth the trip. But when the scientists at the outpost of Brass Monkey detected an odd atmospheric phenomenon, things began to heat up. Only the great icerigger Slanderscree could make the dangerous journey to the isolated southern continent, and only Ethan could It looked as if Ethan Fortune was stuck on the icy world of Tran-ky-ky, never to enjoy the warm comforts of civilization again. Something went crunch in the distance, behind them.It looked as if Ethan Fortune was stuck on the icy world of Tran-ky-ky, never to enjoy the warm comforts of civilization again. There was a loud whistle in the sky and it wasn't arrows, and it wasn't the wind. The cry was echoed by dozens of other voices along the wall. "What are they doing now?" he asked anxiously. There seemed to be a lapse in the activity. It was hard to get a true sense of scale at this distance, but the crossbeam of the catapult was many tunes the height of a man. Ethan could see the huge cyclopean arm gradually sinking toward its base. The singing resumed, on a much smaller scale this time. The recoil on that thing must be terrific." ""Throwing out ice anchors," said September, staring into the distance, "and blocking down the skates.
A crew of busy nomads began working about the base of the great war engine.
The long lines of warriors rolled up their green cables. I've ever seen."īoth singing and machine halted a few minutes later. Hunnar said quietly, "'That's the biggest moydra. After they'd moved another dozen meters closer, the design of the engine they were dragging became clear even to Ethan's untrained eye. They swayed in rhythm to the song, pulling first to the left, then the right, left, then right. haych, chuff!" intoned the straining barbarians, “Haryen abet hayeh chuff. The singing was accompanied by a deep-throated thrumming from smaller versions of the great Margyudan. Ethan could make out individual words now. Four long lines of nomad warriors were harnessed to four thick cables of woven pika-ping. " There.”įar out across the solid sea, a strange object of truly monstrous proportions was moving toward them. As usual, there was only the eternal infernal wind. Listen."Įthan waited, straining to hear something from across the ice. "It has been sounding for several minutes now. "What will they try today?" asked Ethan, aware that he was missing something. Come to think of it, so were those of most of the men-at-arms stationed along the wall. Hunnar joined them, but his eyes were on the ice. "In the universe, my young friend, it's always the familiar sights that shock the most. September put a great hand on his shoulder. " He indicated the ghastly litter on the ice before them.
I thought I'd seen quite a bit, but this. "You keeled over so quick-like yesterday you had me worried a second." "How do you feel, young feller?" asked September. Since every engagement took place in a perpetual deep-freeze, there would be no lingering stink of moldering corpses. Warriors on this world, he reflected, were spared at least one of the great horrors of war. The ice was littered for hundreds of meters in all directions with tiny clumps of fur and wide frozen ponds of dark red. All one had to do was glance over the harbor wall. It was not necessary to call on the mind, however. It was so beautiful that it was almost impossible to imagine the horror of the previous day. The following morning dawned clear and lovely-and windy.
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