Ghost in the Amulet by Moeller Jonathan

Author:Moeller, Jonathan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: caina amalas, the ghosts, kylon, morgant the razor
Publisher: Jonathan Moeller

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Kylon killed another mavrokh, and then Antonin Crailov rushed at him.

Crailov did not bother with threats or taunts or words. Instead, he simply attacked, slashing with his green-burning sword as he drew back his dagger to stab. Kylon dodged around the first blow, ducked under the second, and caught the third upon the blade of his valikon.

The dark sword sliced right through his valikon, cutting it in half, and the weapon shattered into a thousand shards of silver light that faded into nothingness.

Crailov smirked, just a little, and raised his dagger to land the killing blow.

Kylon concentrated and summoned his valikon back, and the sword reassembled itself intact in his hand. Crailov scowled but did not slow as he attacked, his sword and black dagger flashing.

Their duel settled into a strange pattern. Kylon could not use his valikon to parry any of the blows from Crailov’s sword since the weapon would force him to summon the valikon once again and that lost second would be fatal. But Kylon could deflect the blows from Crailov’s dagger with his sword, and Crailov dared not let the valikon touch him. If the valikon broke his skin, it might freeze all the blood in his veins, and necromancer or not, Crailov would not survive that.

They traded blows furiously, Kylon using his superior speed to stay away from the edge of Crailov’s sword, Crailov using his sword’s reach to keep Kylon from closing.

Then Crailov sidestepped and threw his dagger with a quick snap of his arm.

It was an ill-aimed throw, and Kylon got his torso and head out of the way in time. The blade clipped his left shoulder, biting through his coat and drawing blood, but not enough to be a problem. He attacked again, and Crailov retreated, making no effort to strike, content to stay ahead of Kylon’s blows.

Kylon took a step after him, stumbled, and almost fell.

Something was wrong. A wave of dizziness went through Kylon, and his heartbeat seemed like a roar in his ears. At once his skin felt both icy cold and burning hot, and his vision blurred. He sensed cold, necromantic power forcing its way through his flesh, reaching cold fingers for his heart.

Poisoned, the blade had been poisoned, and it was killing him.

Kylon stumbled and went to one knee, trying to find the strength to rise.

Crailov smiled and drew back his sword for the kill.

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