I, Strahd : The Memoirs of a Vampire (Ravenloft Books)
P. N. Elrod
Language: English
Pages: 309
ISBN: 1560766700
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Sergei, the young brother of Strahd Von Zarovich, battles with his older sibling for the love of Tatyana, and then wins her by entering into a pact with the Devil. 75,000 first printing.
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RAVENLOFT I, STRAHD By P. N. Elrod CONTENTS Prologue Part I Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Part II Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Part III Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Epilogue I, STRAHD Copyright ©1993, 1995 TSR, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Cover art by Clyde Caldwell. Interior art by Stephen Fabian. For the three "M's" in my life, Mark, Mac, and the Mite. Acknowledgments With sincere thanks to Tracy and Laura Hickman, Christie Golden, and the many other.
Was nothing more for him to do now than to keep the guards in shape and to dally with the chambermaids, but he worked his body in practice combat every day as if his life still depended on it. And it showed. A lightning quick parry, feint with the dagger, and a return cut—Alek stopped with his blade just touching Sergei's middle. "I've much to learn," Sergei said, unable to give up his smile. "You're doing as well as any of my fighters and better than most, my lord." Judging from the renewed.
And his nose spouted blood. The first man, my dagger sticking absurdly from his side, raised his blade to bring it down on my head. With the other man on top of me, I could not possibly dodge it. Desperate, I grabbed his friend by the clothes and pulled hard, dragging him between us like a shield. The sword buried itself into the wrong skull, as far as both opponents were concerned. Not a pleasant sound, that, but better hearing it happen to another than to me. My shield's body collapsed onto.
Change their minds, and he was frequently subjected to a cheering welcome and a shower of flower petals. Recently, he'd taken it upon himself to see to the beautification of the church and was attempting to set up some sort of hospice for the sick. The news was hardly pleasing to me. "He's only practicing for his vocation, my lord." "That's fine for a priest, but not for Sergei. When he's put on his robes, he can do whatever he pleases, but not until then." "What harm is there in it now?".
Faintly. "Hush," I said, rocking her. She lay quiet for some moments, then moved again with fresh energy. "Lady Ilona." Her eyes were fever bright. "I must get her." "She's been sent for." "She must—must bring him back." I grew cold all over. "What are you saying?" "She's a great healer. And I've heard that sometimes… oh, Strahd, she'll have to try. She'll have to bring him back. This was but a testing of our faith. He will come back! I see it now!" So did I. All too clearly. Ilona might.