Seven Sorcerers by John R. Fultz

Author:John R. Fultz [FULTZ, JOHN R.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction / Fantasy - Historical, Fiction / Action & Adventure, Fiction / Fantasy - Epic
ISBN: 0316187852
Google: MiQJSKXMHb8C
Amazon: B00CO7FJL2
Goodreads: 17899927
Publisher: Orbit
Published: 2013-12-10T00:00:00+00:00

Tyro was the spearhead at the front of the cavalry wedge that pierced the ranks of Manslayers. The momentum of the charge trampled hundreds of invaders beneath a wall of mailed horseflesh. Skulls and corselets were punctured and crushed by iron-shod hooves. Tyro’s lance punctured a scaled Zyungian breastplate and caught fast in the dying man’s ribs. He cast the broken shaft aside and laid about him with broadsword and spiked shield.

Each of the Zyungian warriors stood head-and-shoulders taller than any man of Uurz. Whether they were drawn exclusively from a race of massive Men, or grown to mighty proportions by sorcery, Tyro neither knew nor cared. His rearing warhorse struck at them with its hooves while he clove their metal and flesh with his heavy blade.

Undutu drove his spear through the chests, necks, and faces of a dozen foes before turning to his longblade. D’zan had not bothered to carry a lance; his greatsword flashed down upon beaked helms and spiked shoulders, wreaking havoc on the flesh beneath. The Yaskathan’s horse was the first to go down, impaled by a trio of Zyungian spears. Yet D’zan fought more fiercely with two feet on the ground, his iron blade spinning in red arcs.

The Manslayers hardly screamed as they died; they grunted and gurgled and sucked in their last breaths like any dying man must, but they never screamed. Tyro pondered this in the calm chamber at the back of his mind, while his sword set blood and brains free of their fleshy prisons. The red fury fell upon him as it always did in battle. He turned the crooked blades of Zyung or stayed them with his shield, searching and finding the small places where his blade could slide home. When he failed to find such openings, he hacked through metal with repeated blows until soft flesh was exposed, and his final strike stole another life.

The formations of horsemen had broken rapidly into chaos. The valley was full of screeching, thundering death. Across a sea of swords and spears Giants smashed Manslayers by twos and threes, pinning them on longspears like insects, sweeping torn bodies into the air with flailing maces and hammers, slicing men in half with greatswords and axes. Beyond the marauding Giants the silver masses of Manslayers continued pouring onto the shore of the bay. Vireon towered above the battle, a bronze colossus snatching Zyung’s wizards from the air like fluttering moths. The Feathered Serpent seethed with flame and light, hurtling among those same sorcerers and drawing their wrath to himself.

Yet so many of the silver-robes flew above the valley now, the majority of them escaped Vireon and the Serpent. A ray of light brighter than a sunbeam shot from a floating sorcerer’s globe, igniting a company of Uurzians and the Udvorg fighting alongside them. The warriors turned to ash in a moment of unearthly heat; even their bones and armor were consumed in the blaze. Men ran now from the path of sky-borne wizards, breaking their formations and spreading panic.

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