Dragonlance - Chronicles 4 - Dragons of Summer Flame by Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman

Author:Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780786901890
Publisher: TSR, Inc.
Published: 1995-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

Book 4

Palin was calm. "Perhaps not, Uncle. I know that a Black Robe has never in the history of the

Three Moons apprenticed a White Robe. But that doesn't mean it's not possible. Father told me

how you once changed a life-draining spell into a life-giving spell, the time when Uncle Tas was

poisoned in the Temple of Neraka. I know the work will be arduous and difficult, but I will do

anything-sacrifice anything," he added emphatically, "to gain more power."

"Would you?" Raistlin gazed at Palin intently. "Would you really?" He lifted an eyebrow. "We will see, my nephew. We will see. And now"-he strode toward the door-"we must leave. As I said, time grows short. It is twilight, but not of the day you left. A month has passed on Ansalon."

Palin gasped. "But that's not possible! It ... if s only been hours..."

"To you, perhaps, but time as we know it on this plane of existence means nothing in the realm of the gods. A month ago this day, Lord Ariakan rode in triumph through the gates of the High

Clerist's Tower. Once that fell, nothing could stop him. The city of Palanthas is now ruled by the

Knights of Takhisis."

Tas was at the door, his eye to the keyhole, trying to see out. "What if the specter's still there?"

"The guardian is gone. Dalamar is here, but he will not be staying long. Soon, as in the days after the Cataclysm, the tower will be deserted."

"Dalamar, gone! I... can't believe it." Palin seemed dazed. "Uncle, if the dark knights are in control, where will we go? No place will be safe."

Raistlin did not reply.

There was an eerie quality to his silence.

"I have dreamed of it... for so long," Raistlin said softly. "We will go home, Nephew. I want to go home."

I

A Changing World. The Inn.

An Unexpected Visitor.

With the fall of Palanthas came the fall of northern Ansalon. The great and ancient city secured, its wealth in hand, its port open to the black dragon ships, Ariakan lost no time in seizing all the land that he could take easily, while building up his forces for the battles that would be difficult and

long-fought.

Rumor turned out to be his best weapon. It spread faster than even his knights on their blue

dragons could fly. Tales of armies led by Lord Soth, armies formed of skeletal warriors, who

butchered any living being and drank their blood, were whispered everywhere, believed

everywhere. Dragonfear added to the terror, as did tales of the cruel barbarians, who were said to

spit children on their spears and roast them alive over their fires. By the time his troops reached

most major cities, the citizens were in such a panic that they flung wide the gates and invited the

dark knights to enter without a fight

A month had passed, and Ariakan controlled Nordmaar, eastward through the Khalkist Mountains,

south as far as the Plains of Dust, west into Solamnia and Abanasinia. Northern Ergoth still held

out, its dark-skinned seafaring race battling fiercely, refusing to give in. The hill dwarves were said to be mounting stiff resistance in the Khalkists, where renegade draconians had entered the fray.

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