Prince of Lies
James Lowder
Language: English
Pages: 0
ISBN: 0099316811
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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Been through, all he’d suffered at Cyric’s hands, Torm’s self-righteousness and his casual dismissal of the pain he’d caused struck some long-dead part of the shade’s soul. He snatched the scabbard from Torm, drew the long sword, and lashed out at the God of Duty. Gwydion didn’t see Torm move, didn’t hear the sharp retort as the god’s gauntlets clapped over the blade. All he saw was the aftermath of his foiled strike. The God of Duty stood before him, Titanslayer trapped between his palms. The.
Brought a declaration of victory from her. But the mire deepened, swallowing even the few dry spots Kel discovered on the endless plains. Now the ooze covered everything, deeper in some places, but sticky and rancid throughout. A horrible moan filled the sky. The sudden noise startled Kelemvor, and he dropped into a familiar battle crouch. The stance was purely reflexive, like the flick of his wrist as he reached for a sword that wasn’t there. It annoyed the shade a little, being controlled by.
Gather some of the larger shards together in hopes of creating a makeshift raft, but each time he tested the platform’s strength, it broke apart under his weight. “You bastard, Cyric,” Kel grumbled. “Couldn’t even leave me that much, could you?” Spattered with slime and grimy with dirt, Kelemvor trudged off. The cries of the annihilated souls echoed faintly over the quagmire. Yet the wailing didn’t frighten him; it only made him that much more impatient to join the battle against Cyric, to make.
He be paid well for his efforts. For dangerous tomes, the colophon warned other guild members to browse the text only at their own risk. The colophon for this volume was longer than most. It started with the common exclamations of relief and complaints of cramped hands, then moved on to hopes for a pretty wench and a pint of fine ale. The final section of the colophon had been obscured by hasty crosshatching, which indicated the lines should be scraped from the parchment before binding. The.
Would meet their end alphabetically. That decision had put Af very near the front of the line. The hulking creature dangled upside down on one side of a mammoth set of scales. He was bound in a dozen ways to a huge obsidian disk. Chains linked the stone to an identical twin, and the two teetered vertically over the black water, balanced upon a fulcrum of iron jutting from the diamond wall. Blood and grime hid Af’s wolfish features, and most of his spider legs had been sliced away by the.