Death of the Dragon (The Cormyr Saga)
Ed Greenwood, Troy Denning
Language: English
Pages: 416
ISBN: 0786918632
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Yet Cormyr has never faced so many mighty and mysterious foes at once. Demonic ghazneths, ancient curses, weird trees of foul magic, goblins and their kin on the rise in the northern wilderlands, a blight upon the land, rebellious mutterings, dying war wizards...and a dragon the likes of which no living eyes on Faerun have ever seen.
The Purple Throne doesn't seem so unassailable now. It could well shatter under the weight of a gigantic dragon--or the secrets and follies of the last of the Obarskyrs.
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Shouted through the din of steel all around them. “Hold your place … ’tis hard to fell goblins when you’re wallowing about on the …” His next words, whatever they may have been, were lost in a little scream as one goblin ran right onto his blade, a second thrust a blade deep into his crotch, and a third bounded up to slash his face. The Purple Dragon spun around, clawing at the air for support, and crashed down on his face. Ilberd didn’t even have time to gape. It was all so sudden. Sudden, and.
Thousand strong or more, was trotting out from behind the hill where the dragon lay sprawled at ease. “That’s it,” someone said quietly. “We’re doomed.” “What?” someone else growled. “And not have a chance to take some of these home to Malaeve so she can try her recipe for goblin stew?” No one bothered to laugh, but there were a few silent smiles as men took up blades and worked aching arms in slow swings, waiting for death to come up the hill and snatch them down. “For Cormyr,” someone.
Palace, and the time has come to acknowledge that. It doesn’t mean that we don’t love each other, or Azoun and Alusair—” “Or even Vangey,” Tanalasta added. The queen’s eyes darkened noticeably, but she nodded. “Even Vangerdahast—and he is the worst handler of any of us. We all have our own aims that inevitably set us against each other, and the only way to stay a family is to acknowledge the fact.” Tanalasta regarded her mother as though meeting her for the first tima “All right …” “So what I.
A mere stick. “Sentries!” Tanalasta yelled. “Down here!” The ghazneth smiled. “So it is you, Highness.” With his northern accent and dry huskiness, Xanthon sounded so much like Rowen that Tanalasta could have sworn it was her husband talking. The ghazneth chuckled brutally, then said, “I fear your face is so swollen that you are no longer recognizable to your loyal subjects.” “Swollen as it is, at least it remains human,” Tanalasta said. “Whatever you have made of yourself, it was a poor.
I saw in my ride would be more than enough … but then, you do face those foes, and these goblins would not have reached beyond Arabel without them, no?” Alusair and Azoun nodded in grim unison. “No,” they agreed. The king did not pause, but added, “Sir Messenger, rest your horse. We shall tarry here for a time, while the Princess Alusair essays an attack, planned yestereve, on those who harry us.” The Steel Princess turned her head, jaw dropping in astonishment. As her eyes met those of the.