The True Game Series by Sheri S. Tepper

In the lands of the True Game, your lifelong identity will emerge as you play. Prince or Sorcerer, Armiger or Tragamor, Demon or Doyen... Which will it be?

Grass, has helped redefine speculative fiction. Award winner, national bestseller, and one of the genre's most respected and acclaimed talents, she has transcended the boundaries of science fiction and fantasy with her widespread success. Available for the first time in one volume, this is the long out-of-print trilogy that launched her remarkable career: King's Blood Four, Necromancer Nine, and Wizard's Eleven... moreGrass, has helped redefine speculative fiction. Award winner, national bestseller, and one of the genre's most respected and acclaimed talents, she has transcended the boundaries of science fiction and fantasy with her widespread success. Available for the first time in one volume, this is the long out-of-print trilogy that launched her remarkable career: King's Blood Four, Necromancer Nine, and Wizard's Eleven. In the lands of the True Game, your lifelong identity emerges as you play-Prince or Sorcerer, Demon or Doyen. Raising the dead is the least of the Necromancer's Talents-he is a wild card who threatens the True Game itself. A giant stalks the mountains. Shadowpeople gather by the light of the moon. Bonedancers raise up armies of the dead. And the Wizard's Eleven sleep trapped in their dreams. Players, take your places. The final Game begins now... less

Mavin the shape-shifter and Himaggery the wizard made a vow. When twenty years had come and gone in the lands of the True Game, they would meet again. But Himaggery has vanished into the wilds, chasing fairy tales and dreams, leaving only a letter of love behind for Mavin to find. If he were dead, she would know it. If he were simply dead, sorcerers could trace the scent of his trail, necromancers could raise his bones from the dust... moreMavin the shape-shifter and Himaggery the wizard made a vow. When twenty years had come and gone in the lands of the True Game, they would meet again. But Himaggery has vanished into the wilds, chasing fairy tales and dreams, leaving only a letter of love behind for Mavin to find. If he were dead, she would know it. If he were simply dead, sorcerers could trace the scent of his trail, necromancers could raise his bones from the dust. But he has disappeared without a trace, beyond the power of wizardry. And so the search of Mavin Manyshaped begins... less

Unlike everyone else in her highborn family, fourteen-year-old Jinian of Stoneflight Demesne has no Talent. While her brothers have true Talents such as flying, mind-reading, and shape-shifting, Jinian's only minor ability is as a Footseer—even blind-folded, her feet can follow the Old Road as it winds through the lands of the True Game... moreUnlike everyone else in her highborn family, fourteen-year-old Jinian of Stoneflight Demesne has no Talent. While her brothers have true Talents such as flying, mind-reading, and shape-shifting, Jinian's only minor ability is as a Footseer—even blind-folded, her feet can follow the Old Road as it winds through the lands of the True Game. Without a Talent, Jinian can only be a pawn in the Game, as she learns when her brother, Mendost, decides to marry her off to the rival lord of Dragon's Fire Demesne in order to make an alliance. Not willing to be a mere pawn, Jinian leaves the only home she has ever known and sets off on a journey of discovery—one that will reveal who she really is, her hidden Talent, and her role in the True Game.... less

I am called Jinian Footseer by some. By some Jinian Star-Eye. and by some , the Wizard Jinian. One or two call me Dervish Daughter...

"I'll need your help. Come night and the Oracle again, I'm going to try the final couplet." "Jinian," Murzy breathed while Dodie looked white-eyed at me. "Dangerous." "And fatal not to," I said, still smiling at them all... I wove by forest and meadow, branch and leaf. I wove by stream and pool, by river and fall. I wove by cloud and air, by thunder and sunset glow. I wove by depths of the earth, rock and gem, glittering ores and crystals blooming in the dark, old bone and new... more"I'll need your help. Come night and the Oracle again, I'm going to try the final couplet." "Jinian," Murzy breathed while Dodie looked white-eyed at me. "Dangerous." "And fatal not to," I said, still smiling at them all... I wove by forest and meadow, branch and leaf. I wove by stream and pool, by river and fall. I wove by cloud and air, by thunder and sunset glow. I wove by depths of the earth, rock and gem, glittering ores and crystals blooming in the dark, old bone and new. Beside me the others wove as well... "And all within sound of my voice or reach of the wind," I cried, thrusting my voice like a Sending, like a magic spear, driving it upward. "And all within sound of my voice or lick of the wave, or all within sound of my voice or stretch of the soil, or all within sound of my voice where green grows and leaf springs up. Named or unnamed, silent or speaking. Let this message be brought, By the Eye of the Star, Where Old Gods Are!" less

Omnibus Edition comprising Jinian Footseer, Dervish Daughter and Jinian Star-Eye