Penulis : Christie Golden
Tahun Terbit : 2009
Format : PDF
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Main characters
Supporting characters
 Antonidas 
 Anub'arak 
 Muradin Bronzebeard 
 Falric 
 Matthias Lehner 
 Lich King 
 Mal'Ganis 
 Marwyn 
 Lianne Menethil 
 Terenas Menethil II 
 Ner'zhul 
 Kael'thas Sunstrider 
 Uther the Lightbringer 
Minor characters
Note: These characters were only mentioned or had little to no role during the story.
 Aegwynn 
 Archimonde 
 Elder Atuik 
 Balnazzar 
 Jarim Balnir 
 Jorum Balnir 
 Vara Balnir 
 Aedelas Blackmoore 
 Aedelyn Blackmoore 
 Brightmane 
 Courageous 
 Dargal 
 Saidan Dathrohan 
 Dar'Khan Drathir 
 Detheroc 
 Orgrim Doomhammer 
 Alonsus Faol 
 Master Apothecary Faranell 
 Baelgun Flamebeard 
 Tirion Fordring 
 Tammis Foxton 
 Taretha Foxton 
 Gavinrad the Dire 
 Genn Greymane 
 The Guardian 
 Garona Halforcen 
 Kamiku 
 Kayvan 
 Apothecary Keever 
 Kelmarin 
 Khadgar 
 Korialstrasz/Krasus 
 Karramyn Langston 
 Anduin Lothar 
 Medivh 
 Calia Menethil 
 Daval Prestor 
 Daelin Proudmoore 
 Derek Proudmoore 
 Sheldaris 
 Steadfast 
 Illidan Stormrage 
 Anasterian Sunstrider 
 Tel'kor 
 Tichondrius 
 Thoras Trollbane 
 Thrall 
 Trueheart 
 Turalyon 
 Luc Valonforth 
 Gustaf VanHowzen 
 Varimathras 
 Vor'athil 
 Alleria Windrunner 
 Lirath Windrunner 
 Vereesa Windrunner 
 Anduin Wrynn 
 Tiffin Wrynn 
 Varian Wrynn 
Locations (Source=http://www.wowwiki.com/)
Cuplikan :
Prologue : The Dreaming
The wind shrieked like a child in pain.
The herd of shoveltusk huddled together for warmth, their thick, shaggy coats protecting them from the worst of the storm. They formed a circle, with the calves shivering and bleating in the center. Their heads, each crowned with a massive antler, drooped toward the snow- covered earth, eyes shut against the whirling snow. Their own breath frosted their muzzles as they planted themselves and endured.
…In their various dens, the wolves and bears waited out the storms, one with the comfort of their pack, the other solitary and resigned. Whatever their hunger, nothing would drive them forth until after the keening wind had ceased its weeping and the blinding snow had worn itself out.
The wind, roaring in from the ocean to beat at the village of Kamagua, tore at the hides that stretched over frames made of the bones of great sea creatures. When the storm passed, the tuskarr whose home this had been for years uncounted knew they would need to repair or replace nets and traps. Their dwellings, sturdy though they were, were always harmed when this storm descended.
They had all gathered inside the large group dwelling that had been dug deep into the earth, lacing the flaps tight against the storm and lighting smoky oil lamps.
Elder Atuik waited in stoic silence. He had seen many of these storms over the last seven years. Long had he lived, the length and yellowness of his tusks and the wrinkles on his brown skin testament to the fact. But these storms were more than storms, were more than natural. He glanced at the young ones, shivering not with cold, not the tuskarr, but with fear.
“He dreams,” one of them murmured, eyes bright, whiskers bristling.
“Silence,” snapped Atuik, more gruffly than he had intended. The child, startled, fell silent, and once again the only sound was the aching sob of the snow and wind.
It rose like the smoke, the deep bellowing noise, wordless but full of meaning; a chant, carried by a dozen voices. The sounds of drums and rattles and bone striking bone formed a fierce undercurrent to the wordless call. The worst of the wind’s anger was deflected from the taunka village by the circle of posts and hides, and the lodges, their curving roofs arching over a large interior space in defiance of the hardships of this land, were strong.
Over the sound of deep and ancient ritual, the wind’s cry could still be heard. The dancer, a shaman by the name of Kamiku, missed a step and his hoof struck awkwardly. He recovered and continued.
Focus. It was all about focus. It was how one harnessed the elements and wrung from them obedience;
it was how his people survived in a land that was harsh and unforgiving.
Regards,


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