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.
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