Horselords (Forgotten Realms: The Empires Trilogy, Book 1)
David Cook
Language: English
Pages: 312
ISBN: 0880389044
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Between the kingdoms of the western realms and the eastern lands of Kara-Tur, lies a vast, unexplored domain. For centuries, the people of the realms have given little notice to the barbarians who live there. Then, one day, the wild horsemen unite into an army powerful enough to destroy the world.
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Rubble, their magic cutting avenues through the broken ground. There were still, however, grisly reminders of the men and horses that fell there only a day before. The priest stopped when he got as close as he dared to the wall. He could see Shou archers training their arrows on the Tuigan procession. Only the presence of the Shou prisoners prevented them from firing. Koja lowered his head, took a deep breath, and then looked up. He felt calm, too preoccupied to be afraid. “Spirit of the.
Of a man standing all alone was barely visible to Koja. The mares and stallions had all moved as far from him as possible, pressing their bodies against the fence. They stamped and kicked, their eyes wild with fear. “Take my offering of thanks, Teylas. I have united my people, but with or without you, I must conquer,” Yamun shouted. Koja heard the words clearly as the wind dropped away to nothing. The rain pelted down in straight sheets, the thick drops deprived of their driving force. Koja.
Somewhere else. “Now, priest, I must dismiss you. There are other things I must do. I will consider the words of your prince. When the time is ready, I will prepare a reply.” Yamun abruptly ended the meeting, turning to the scribe while ignoring the presence of the priest. Bowing one last time, Koja took his leave. After the previous night, the formality and shortness of this meeting was jarring. Perhaps, he thought, there was something he didn’t understand about Tuigan hospitality. Koja.
Unchanged, unbroken. It was no wider than it was when he started. There were no chips or scratches in its surface. Frustrated, he slumped down at the foot of the wall, the spirit drained out of him. “You alone cannot free me, Koja of Khazari, any more than these others who have tried and failed.” Lit by a faint glow, the warlords returned to their task. “Who are you?” Koja gasped to the mysterious voice. “I am Lord Chien, master of the ocean,” the voice said haughtily. “I am the Dragonwall.”.
Hopeless. If the trick worked, he could save untold lives. Morally though, he knew he must work the spell. He could not presume to speak for Furo; such an act would be blasphemy. Besides, he doubted his prediction could sway Yamun’s resolve. Bright flashes of light sparkled on the plain. “They’ve deployed outside the gate,” observed Sechen, whose eyesight was much better than Koja’s. Now that it was pointed out, the priest could see the men arranged in a long line. The flashes must have been.