Forge of the Mindslayers: Eberron: Blade of the Flame, Book 2
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Living in the war-ravaged realm of Eberron, assassin-turned-priest Diran Bastiaan and his half-orc sidekick, Ghaji, make an unlikely pair. One looks like the stuff of nightmares, while the other is "a conduit through which the holy force of Good could work its will in the physical world." Together, they have traveled throughout the archipelagic Lhazaar Principalities sharing numerous wild adventures, but none were as dangerous as the one they currently face.
When a gang of bloodthirsty pirates kidnaps Diran's former lover (a beautiful ex-mercenary killer named Makala), the priest of the Silver Flame and his half-breed wingman vow to get her - and countless other abductees - back no matter what the cost. But the seafaring raiders are no ordinary criminals; they're led by the infamous vampire Onkar, who in turn serves a being unfathomably more evil than himself....
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Least in part by his teachings. However, I do not feel any joy that he’s dead, nor do I feel any relief. No matter what we do, or who we outlive, the past remains with us—always.” “Which brings us back to Makala,” Ghaji said softly. “I suppose it does.” Diran let out a long, slow sigh. “I should’ve killed her the moment I realized she’d been tainted by the vampire’s curse.” “How could you? You love her.” “If I truly loved her, I would’ve done what needed to be done. Instead, I told myself.
Companions rushed forward, side by side. CHAPTER FOUR It’s cold.” “Nonsense. This chamber is directly above a thermal vent. If anything, it’s sweltering in here.” Cathmore drew his bearskin cloak tighter around his cadaverously thin frame. He didn’t reply to Galharath because he knew the kalashtar was right. Though he couldn’t feel the heat himself, he could see the sweat running down the other man’s slightly angular face. Cathmore was envious. It had been a long time since he’d.
He’d overheard before they’d gone in, a lich laired within the hillside. He didn’t know if it was true. He rarely came to this part of the foothills, for the hunting was poor here. But after seeing the goblin appear from the cleft then be pulled back inside—not to mention witnessing the fiery exit of some wolf-like creature that dashed away trailing flame behind it—Chagai had no trouble believing the hillside was home to a lich. He did, however, have a great deal of trouble understanding why.
Someone—had been forcing him, but why? Before Solus could consider this strange development further, the small man—who a moment ago had been lying on the deck shivering as if in the grip of intense cold—stepped between the psi-forged and the priest’s body. The little man drew a long knife from the sash around his waist and brandished it at Solus, the blade quivering in his hand. “Guh-get away from hu-hu-him!” Solus regarded the little man curiously. “You are smaller than I, and you have no.
Solus decided to try sitting up. His body moved sluggishly, as if reluctant to cooperate, but he managed the simple maneuver then turned to Tresslar. “I appreciate your efforts. Thank you.” Solus couldn’t see the expression on the man’s face, but he could sense his irritation subsiding. “You’re welcome. I can have another look at your eyes, if you like.” “That’s not necessary.” While his psionic abilities couldn’t replace vision, in some ways they allowed him to “see” the world with more.