Shadow Blizzard by Alexey Pehov

Author:Alexey Pehov [Pehov, Alexey]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Language Arts & Disciplines, Linguistics, Fantasy Fiction, General, Fiction, Fantasy, Epic
ISBN: 9780765324054
Google: YdCzbU6HJ7sC
Amazon: 0765324059
Publisher: Tor Books
Published: 2012-04-24T07:00:00+00:00

Any thought of escape was absolutely out of the question. The three of us were put in the center of the line, which made running off without being seen a pretty difficult proposition. And then, how could I forget that Olag was striding along behind us, crooning a little song to himself, and Fagred was there, too, with his ax. He made me feel distinctly nervous, because every time our eyes met, the orc smiled wistfully and stroked his terrible weapon.

It was clear enough what the lad had on his mind. He wouldn’t be happy until he could chop my head off. I had to try to put off the time when he could have that pleasure for as long as possible.

Fortunately, the rain stopped, but I still wasn’t warm and dry enough to feel comfortable. My teeth chattered and I shuddered and prayed to the gods to drive away the clouds and let us have some sunshine. I knew I had to keep going, keep myself alive—I wouldn’t have Miralissa’s sacrifice be in vain … I wouldn’t let that happen. Little Glo-Glo ambled along in front of me, coughing, grunting, and swearing quietly to himself. The orcs seemed to find this amusing.

“Hey, lad!” Mis called to me.

“What?” I asked without turning round—no point in attracting unnecessary attention from the Firstborn.

“You mentioned Sagot. Are you a thief, then?”

“Bull’s-eye,” I said, stepping over a thick branch lying on the animal track.

“How did you end up here?”

“No talking, monkeys!” Fagred roared. “You can talk as much as you like at the halt!”

I shut up—I already knew that Fagred had no sense of humor and Olag wasn’t the most patient orc in the world.

Bagard led the detachment to the south, into the heart of Zagraba. I couldn’t exactly say we strolled through the forest, but we certainly weren’t in any great hurry. Even Glo-Glo, with his short legs, was able to keep up with the pace set by the orcs.

But to give Bagard his due, he wasn’t careless at all, and there were always several orcs walking ahead of us, scouting out the territory for any possible problems like elfin bowmen or a h’san’kor taking a doze. Shokren tramped past, hurrying up to the head of our little column. The shaman had a huge raven perched on his shoulder. I gazed longingly at my bag dangling at the orc’s side. Shokren noticed my interest and frowned. I saw the shaman overtake Bagard and say something to him, pointing to me. Bagard nodded thoughtfully and stopped, waiting for me to hobble up to him.

When I drew level with him, he said, “My brother told me we ought to give you a jacket.”

I must admit, I didn’t know what to make of that.

“I’d be very grateful,” I said cautiously.

“I don’t need any monkey’s gratitude,” the orc snapped. “You’re inferior beings, and the most amusing thing is that you don’t even realize it. Fagred, skell drago s’i llost!” [Fagred, give him your jacket!]

Darkness only knew what

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