Prince Of Time by Glenna McReynolds

Author:Glenna McReynolds
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780553103946
Publisher: Dell
Published: 1999-12-31T14:00:00+00:00

"Dragonsss," Corvus hissed, drawing out the word on a sibilant exhalation even as he drew himself in as best he could.

A wisp of his left leg escaped him, and he swore viciously. How could he survive if parts of him were ever drifting away?

It was a question with an obvious answer: He wasn't going to survive.

"Vissshhhab." He snarled the witch's name, staring at her across the dark expanse of her workroom in his warship's hold, willing her to look at him, to look at what little was left of him.

The crone lifted her gaze from her cauldron of boiling blood, the light from the fire reflecting red in her eyes, the nimbus of her hair looking like the fires of hell.

"Lord?" she inquired, almost sweetly, if he was any judge. No doubt she was reveling in a misconception of her own power now that he was so disturbingly discarnate. Parts of him were still corporeal, though, mostly on his right side. He still had an arm, a hip and thigh, nearly half his face, and a bit more.

The ancient bitch would go too far someday, and then he'd have her, by God, and take her with him to their doom. Only the thought of spending eternity attached to the ragged woman stopped him from shredding her into the cosmos—that and the hope that she could contrive some foul conjuration to hold him together.

"Dragonssss," he hissed again, reminding her of what he needed, staring harder with his one good eye to get his point across. Of course, he wasn't even sure if dragons could save him now. He'd been willing to sacrifice an arm, if being free of the black smoke would keep him from destruction. But more than his arm had been consumed by his deeds in Pan-shei, so very much more than his arm.

"Aye, the beasts are cauldron-born, milord. The book is very clear about it, and I'm stirring, I am." She cackled, a harsh, maleficent sound, and his patchy skin crawled. "Oh, aye. I'm a-stirring."

"Cryssstal." She'd promised him crystal to seal in the darkness and the smoke, enough to see him through until they reached Claerwen, the only place on Earth where he knew a time weir existed. It was filled with sand, as was everything on the goddamn planet except the Old Dominion and the Middle Kingdom, but it still was a time weir, still a place where the time worms came.

And he needed worms, golden worms—and dragons, and crystal, and whatever else it would take to keep him from his self-inflicted doom.

Chained in a corner of the workroom were the two prisoners he'd taken in Pan-shei, the woman time-rider and her giant. Grim-faced, they were, but not beaten, not yet. Corvus was saving them, his instincts telling him they had value beyond fodder for his dark, smoky power. Perhaps he could bargain their souls for Avallyn's.

"Avallynnnn," he moaned at the reminder of his demon-witch. As much as he needed worms, dragons, and crystal, he wanted her, now more than ever.

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