The Dark Glory War: The DragonCrown Cycle by Michael A. Stackpole

Author:Michael A. Stackpole [Stackpole, Michael A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Fantasy
ISBN: 9780553578072
Google: AeJaGQAACAAJ
Amazon: 0553578073
Goodreads: 572519
Publisher: Spectra
Published: 2000-02-28T05:00:00+00:00

The value of such a weapon immediately hit me, but a littlt chill ran through me. If I came to rely on its magick, m) innate sense of making a shot might be lost. Still, in as desperate a situation as we found ourselves, could I abandon sc powerful a tool? Would allowing an erosion of my own skills in the name of our greater cause be good or bad?

I didn’t have an answer, but I nodded and accepted the weapon anyway. “Thank you, Leigh.”

He nodded as if he’d only half heard me, then tore the hanging strip of leather from the left cheek of his mask. He pulled the mask back on and tied it in place. “I’m going to go get some sleep.”

“Good idea.”

He staggered toward the steps down to the main deck and leaned heavily on the railing with both hands. He would have slipped and fallen, but Nay caught him and steadied him as he mounted the steps himself. I could see the top of his flame-haired head as he guided Leigh to the forward companionway, then Nay returned and limped his way up the steps.

He plunked himself down on the ract i using as a seat and extended his left leg. Through the rent in his leather trousers I could see the stitching that had been done on him. He sighed wearily and scratched up under his mask at the corner of his right eye. “Faryaah-Tse will heal.”

“That’s good to know.”

Nay nodded. “Pain from the arrow was fierce. She concentrated and shifted a bit. They only cut skin to get it out.”

I frowned. “Why didn’t they just break the arrow, pull one end out, and push the other through?”

“Couldn’t. Don’t know what it’s made of. A fell thing, by the touch of it.”

“Leigh and I were just talking about those arrows. I’d be interested to have a look at it. Might be a match for this bow.” I winced as Seethe tugged on the thread to tighten a knot. “How’s your leg?”

“No more serious than your ribs.” Nay gave me a wry grin.

“The three of us have been lucky. Just cuts. Heslin is dead.

Faryaah-Tse is shot through. Prince Kirill’s shoulder is hurt from his fall. He’s heartsick with the idea that his daughter might be dead, too.“

“No surprise there, but she’s alive. The Dark Lancer was hunting the DragonCrown, not an infant.”

Seethe glanced up at me. “How can you be so certain?” I shuddered. “If Preyknosery had been downed, the sul-lanciri would have traded Alexia for the DragonCrown fragment. Traded her or her corpse, whichever would have caused Kirill more pain.”

The Vorquelf thought for a moment silently, then nodded. She leaned in and nipped off the thread with which she’d closed my wound. Her lips brushed my flesh as she did so. I felt a thrill run through me as that happened. I reached down with my left hand to pat her on the shoulder in thanks, but my hand stroked her dark hair and fair cheek in its descent.

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