The Chaos Curse (The Cleric Quintet Book 5) by R.A. Salvatore

Author:R.A. Salvatore [Salvatore, R.A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786954360
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2009-09-22T00:00:00+00:00

Thobicus ran straight for the library’s front doors. Every muscle in his body trembled from the strain, from the burn of the daylight, and he was a weakened and pitiful thing. He hurled himself against the wooden barrier and was repelled. Staggering backward, he tumbled to the dirt. He could see the hole Danica had kicked in the door, and the cool dark beyond, beckoning to him. A patch of skin above the vampire’s right eye melted and drooped, blurring his vision. He went back for the doors, but swayed in his path and missed, falling hard against the stone wall.

“How could you do this to me?” he cried, but his voice was no more than a whisper. “How?”

The beleaguered vampire stumbled as much as ran along the wall, to the library’s edge and down the side of the building. There was a tunnel somewhere to the south, he knew, a dark, cool tunnel.

He hadn’t the time to find it. Thobicus knew he was doomed, cursed by his own weaknesses and by that wretch, Rufo, who’d lied to him.

The sunlight around the back of the building was more direct, and the vampire stopped as he turned the corner then fell back against the stone. Where to go? Thobicus fought hard to clear his thoughts, sublimate the pain long enough to remember the mausoleum.

Cool and dark.

To get there, though, he would have to cross the sunny side of the library grounds. The fallen dean could hardly face the prospect of that much pain, but he understood that to stay where he was meant death.

With a scream of denial, Thobicus threw himself around the corner and ran with all speed for the mausoleum. The sun’s fires licked at every inch of his body, burned into his very heart and pained him more than he ever believed possible. But he got there. Somehow he fell through the mausoleum’s heavy door and felt the cool shade of the stone floor under his burning cheek. He crawled on his belly to the back corner, opened the crypt of headmaster Avery, and somehow found the strength to pull the fat corpse out and crawl into Avery’s place.

Trembling with agony, the vampire curled into a ball and closed his eyes. Thobicus needed to sleep, to gather strength, and to consider his folly and his fate. Kierkan Rufo had lied to him.

And he had lost the way to Deneir.

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