Epic Fantasy: The War of the Black Tower Trilogy: OMNIBUS EDITION (Song of the Broken World) by Jack Conner

Author:Jack Conner [Conner, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blazing Books
Published: 2014-03-14T06:00:00+00:00

That night after draining several prisoners, Ungier ventured underground to his Father’s temple. Mounted heads lined either side of the depression leading down into the cavern, each head abuzz with flies. Bones were set into walls of the tunnel in fantastic, nightmarish shapes, and black candles blazed in the darkness.

Ungier picked his way down the tunnel herding his sacrifice, the tallest and strongest of the Havensrike prisoners, until they reached the large chamber of the temple proper. Here the Vampire King had fashioned a rough holy place for his Sire, and the darkspawn came here to worship and sacrifice to the Great One daily, despite Ungier’s misgivings. Back at Gulrothrog, his subjects had worshipped him. Yet this was part of his penance, he knew, and he must do it if he wanted his Sire’s forgiveness.

Ungier bade the human to lie on the altar, and, in thrall to the vampire, the man did so. He did not protest as Ungier removed the sacrificial knife and slit his throat.

Ungier waited for his thrashing body to still and watched, fascinated, as Gilgaroth ate his soul. As soon as it passed down the Wolf’s gullet, fire and smoke issued forth. The eyes quickened and blazed.

“Ungier,” growled the Wolf.

“They made a fool of me,” said the former Lord of Gulrothrog. He lowered his gaze and knelt before the Wolf, his head bowed. He dared not look up.

“I know,” said the voice. Gilgaroth was a large dark shadow on the other side of the altar with two blazing red eyes.

“I don’t like this plan,” Ungier said. “I don’t like being made sport of before my troops.”

“They are Mine,” growled the Wolf.

Ungier swallowed. “As you say, my Lord.” He hesitated. “Are you sure You would not like to take command of the army?”

“I have come for sport, nothing else. Also, I shall be leaving soon.”

Ungier tried to hide his relief. The question had needed to be asked, but he had dreaded its answer. Hastily he added, “The hundred men were taken in past the walls—by Baleron—just as You said.”

“All is proceeding along the Spider’s web.” Suddenly the terrible eyes blazed hungrily.

Ungier’s mind spun furiously, trying to puzzle out Gilgaroth’s design.

“Is there nothing else?” Gilgaroth said.

There was something else, but Ungier feared to ask it. He wanted a boon of his father, but he did not think now was the time.

“No,” he said.

“Then be gone.”

Ungier gnashed his teeth, rose and left. For a long time, he just stood there at the tunnel mouth, staring at the Borchstogs who flooded in after him, eager to seek audience with the Master. Many brought sacrifices. Some intended to sacrifice themselves.

“Fear not for me, Father,” he whispered. “I will make my way to Krogbur soon, and I will arrive there in glory.”

He did not like having ul Kunraggog here, no matter His great power. Ungier feared his troops would look to Gilgaroth for leadership, not him, and he could little tolerate that. Yet it was the Glorifelans who’d earned his ire today. They had shamed him before his army, and his Sire.

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