Blood of the Colyn Muir by Paul Edwin Zimmer & Jon Decles

Author:Paul Edwin Zimmer & Jon Decles [Zimmer, Paul Edwin & Decles, Jon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, General
ISBN: 9780380753680
Google: Li3xAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0380753685
Publisher: Avon
Published: 1988-09-02T06:00:00+00:00

Striking vipers coiled around men’s ankles, and rats scurried through hay in a forest susurrous of mocking laughter that bade them beware, lest the Demon come down among them, laughing at them all.

Mannus thought, as he drew the sword that Darith had given him, What if she did lead us into this trap?

He remembered, then, even as his blade whipped around in a slash, how suddenly she had appeared, a maiden from the holy Gods knew where: with Ups and eyes of magical loveUness, with clothing formed of clouds about her—but aU illusion! Not real!

Laughter behind him—Demon laugh. The glaring eyes of rats glowed in the torchlight. He almost reeled about, as he saw that more were on the waUs above! Green gems glimmered as he struck and jerked back his blade.

He heard all around him the shouts and cries of these men who had followed him down the long corridors, whUe her swanlike loveUness had drawn him onward, into darkness and danger.

He lashed the fleet sword down and his hand joyed in the feel of steel in the air. His edge tore through some soft thing; aU about him rats and vipers bled, severed by his blade.

These terrors were too much for most of the men: they scattered and fell back, and some fled, while Mannus and Olegair fought back-to-back; their swords hurtled, humming in torchUt dimness.

Except while rats ran leaping up their chests, paws plucking at their beards, fangs ripping at their Ups, these were brave men. But they had not been prepared for this heU, and every one of them had been wounded. With physical pain added to emotional, Mannus thought, how could they be expected to stand against evil?

They had to fight or flee, but some few, at least, held, and met their foe as would any group of true-born highland men, with steel in their hands.

Mannus laughed, to think how weak he had been—and how nearly he had been captured by the superb face and form of a young girl who had never even existed, that was only an image in his head—but with beautiful gold eyes that seemed to seek his, to try to play on his feelings, to promise to become...

“No!" a voice chimed in his mind. “/ am good!”

Mannus paused as she came suddenly out of the air before him.

His eyes blinked at torchlight, but she looked as though she stood in the summer sun, with sunlight dyeing vivid new gold in her yellow hair, and he stared, denial in his eyes, as he backed away from her.

“No! This is—is not just!” she cried. "I came to help you through this illusion, when my brother needs me. No! Your men’s blood is not on my hands! But you must go still deeper into danger.” And she vanished. The darkness remained.

How weak men are, he thought.

Not a second time!

The Demon whispered far across the gulf, and laughing, destroyed his way through other dangers.

That was ended then, over and done, but... she had looked very apprehensive, whatever her intentions.

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