The Warcraft universe is filled with diverse characters, lore and stories. Fans of the game have been waiting eagerly for the upcoming Sylvanas novel to release; here’s a preview of what they can expect when it does!
The “sylvanas book delayed” is an exclusive advance excerpt from the upcoming novel. The excerpt has not been released yet, but is expected to be released in September.
Sylvanas has had an impact on all of our World of Warcraft lives, whether we like her or not, and now we can learn more about her story as she reveals it to the imprisoned Anduin Wrynn. This scene occurs around or around the events of Shadowlands Patch 9.0, when Sylvanas tries to persuade the young King of Stormwind to see things her way.
NOTE: As Sylvanas attempts to gain Anduin Wrynn’s devotion and collaboration, she tells hitherto revealed anecdotes about her past and personal journey. Anduin investigates the underlying motivations behind Sylvanas’ pledge of “no more falsehoods” in this interlude to the main plot. INTERLUDE Anduin had remained silent during the conversation. Sylvanas hadn’t given her upbringing any attention in years. Even today, she was astonished at how vivid some of her recollections were. It triggered the old, familiar mix of anguish and wrath inside her. But now that a solution, a correction of all that had gone dreadfully, painfully wrong in her life was so close at reach, the memories didn’t hurt—or enrage—her as much. Walking this route had allowed her to let go of a lot of things, and this weight might have been one of them.
She went quiet, unable to relive the times when the close-knit fabric of family, friends, and a bright future started to disintegrate, and the stillness between them was lengthy. Anduin shattered it by scraping the tray forward and pushed it with one armored finger until it was partially beyond the circle.
He said calmly, “Why do you tell me this?”
“You had no idea,” Sylvanas said.
“Did you expect to profit from my pity?” Did you believe your tale of a strong, caring, and present family would have an impact on me?”
She had, of course. She’d almost said that was her intention.
As he climbed to his feet, his face was hard, his expression blank, and she could sense his fury seething behind his words.
“I’m sure your different spies have dug out all the specifics regarding my upbringing,” Anduin continued, “but just in case there are any holes in your knowledge, let me remind you,” he added. “My mother was murdered by a violent mob when I was a baby.” She was sticking up for people. I’m sure you’ve seen what a stone hurled with venom can do to a skull.”
Sylvanas was the one who did it. She didn’t say anything.
“You recall how difficult your mother pushed you. I have no recollection of mine. It was seen by my father. It shattered him. As I got older, he could hardly take looking at me. I don’t recall any nice, smart chats with Dad throughout my upbringing. When he departed when I was ten, I became the king of Stormwind all of a sudden. He scowled, “You?” “You were still using a child’s bow at that age.”
He was composed, yet he was also enraged and distressed. Anduin was absolutely correct. She had been privy to practically every detail of Anduin’s short existence up to that point, but it had all been cold facts. Sylvanas knew what he was going to say next and wished he hadn’t said it.
“Varian stormed back, enraged. It took a long time for us to come to terms. We did, though. We did,” he said quietly again, as if to himself. “And then there was the Broken Shore,” says the narrator. But you’re aware of it.”
“I do,” Sylvanas said, refusing to take the bait.
“Your life was full with wealth,” Anduin replied calmly. I’ve never known wealth. Yours was a world of security and assurance. It’s a world of innocuous pranks and simple forgiveness. You were acquainted with both of your parents. You had a brother and sisters. Grace and laughter were abundant in your youth, as was beauty, love, support, and friendship. And sure, I understand that world is no longer a viable option for any of us. But at the very least, you had a taste of it before it was gone.”
Sylvanas had also risen by this time. “Don’t be envious of me, Little Lion. Certainly, you have suffered a great deal of loss. But it’s little in comparison to what I’ve lost.”
“Is it nothing in comparison to what the night elves have suffered?” What did you take from them, or should I say, what did you take from them?”
And there it was: Teldrassil’s destruction. Sylvanas knew he’d toss it at her, but she hadn’t anticipated it quite yet. “There was a reason why I did what I did.” “For the most important reason of all.” Her voice became louder before she could control its tone.
“You turned into a butcher, Sylvanas, killing innocent people in the name of self-righteous falsehoods!”
It wasn’t a child’s whining, but the righteous rage of what the world would consider a decent man. She couldn’t count on his compassion just yet. She wondered whether Anduin used the term butcher on purpose, but even after all that had happened to him, she didn’t believe he was that cruel.
For a long minute, they just gazed at one other. Sylvanas smothered her rage. “I’ll get back to you on that.” But maybe when I tell you what occurred after Alleria departed Quel’Thalas, you’ll feel better. You may not be as envious of me then.”
She sunk back down onto the stone and motioned for him to join her. He didn’t make any attempt to do so. “Stand if you have to, but I’ll be here for a while, and…” Sylvanas couldn’t help himself from smugness. “You don’t seem like you’re going away anytime soon.”
Pick up a copy of Christie Golden’s Sylvanas on March 29th, 2022 if you loved this and want to read more. Following the publication of the book, Wowhead will have a lot more to offer.
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