Depths of Madness (Forgotten Realms: The Dungeons)
Erik Scott de Bie
Language: English
Pages: 311
ISBN: 0786943149
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The last thing she remembers is seeing her friends die... Now it's her turn.
Eldritch and forgotten arcana wait within its vaults. Twisted accidents of magic prowl its halls. Sinister forces lure the unsuspecting deeper into death or madness. Its victims don't remember how they got there. No one remembers how to get out...
The Second Generation (Dragonlance: The Second Generation, Book 1)
Stardeep (Forgotten Realms: The Dungeons, Book 3)
Feathered Dragon (Forgotten Realms: The Maztica Trilogy, Book 3)
Object,” Liet said before he realized his mouth was open. When the warlock turned smug eyes on him, he stammered. “W-we have to save them. I think—” “Truly?” Davoren shrugged. “Well, you’re wrong. Now then.” “In the absence of our leader, we should put this to a vote,” Asson said, drawing Davoren’s gaze. Davoren kept one hand aimed at Asson and moved the other toward Liet. Fire arced between his arms. Liet could feel his body shaking. As soon as those red eyes left him, Liet felt his tongue.
Her grip. They locked, pitting wiry muscles against each other. She had his throat in her right hand. Her left slapped her belt, searching for some weapon. She knew she didn’t have the strength to choke the life from him or shatter his neck. One of her lockpicks would do; a quick thrust to the eye or temple would put the warlock down. Then a thin blade appeared in Davoren’s hand, snatched from a sheath inside one of his demon bracers, and it darted for Twilight’s face. Her hand shot out and.
Came across quite fully.” The halfling bristled but said nothing, prompting the warlock’s grin to widen. Slip shoved the rest of her gear in her pack and scurried over to where Twilight sat against the wall, clasping her arms about herself. Twilight met the halfling with an easy smile. “Good morn, little one,” she said as Slip thumped down with a sigh. She reached over and put an arm around the halfling’s shoulders, as one might a child. Since her horror of the night before—which might have.
Away, leaving only jagged stalactites like fangs. They kept to the shadows and watched. If the fiendish lizards’ warrens had stunk of death and decay, the stained hall absolutely reeked of corruption. Crude murals of human-shaped and snakelike figures engaging in acts of violence, cruelty, and depravity adorned the walls, painted in blood, excrement, and fouler substances. Gooseflesh rose all over Twilight at the mere sight. “Let’s go!” Slip said brightly. The shadowdancer and the goliath.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN As their escorts led the pair into the desert, the sheer size of the goliaths struck Twilight once more. Even standing at about seven feet tall, Gargan seemed stunted and short beside his clan brothers. There was a certain feral strength and speed about him, though—rage tempered by the wisdom that shone in his emerald eyes, and it was this that convinced Twilight he was the most dangerous of all. And it was part of what had led her to doubt the goliath, Twilight.