Time Spiral (Time Spiral Cycle) by Scott McGough

Author:Scott McGough [McGough, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786957149
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2010-04-21T00:00:00+00:00

The Burning Isles were more than seven thousand nautical miles from Keld. With Teferi’s help, Jhoira and the others made it there in a matter of seconds.

Jhoira’s vision went blue-white in transit but quickly cleared as they all materialized. She and Teferi were in front with the warriors fanned out behind them. There was no doubt this time about being in the proper place, as the mountainous Stronghold dominated the horizon. It was a huge wedge of dark rock that pierced the uniform ceiling of blood red clouds and black smoke overhead.

“Welcome to Urborg,” Teferi said.

“Phaugh,” Radha replied. “It reeks of sulfur rot.”

The stench was in fact remarkable, a choking mix of rancid oil, rotten meat, and boiling lye. Jhoira covered her mouth and nose with her robe’s wide collar. Teferi didn’t need to breathe, and the viashino simply closed their nostrils and kept their tongues behind clenched teeth, but soon everyone else had put a hand or a filtering piece of cloth over their face to keep out the choking vapor. Skive and Corus also lowered their thick, translucent inner eyelids, giving them a milky sheen.

Teferi had placed them on a small hillock that rose from the center of a churning lake of tar. The gummy black marsh was choked with the shattered hulls of ships and floating metal debris. Every viscous bubble that rose to the surface and popped let out a waft of greenish-yellow gas, and these fumes blackened and melted any solid thing they touched.

Jhoira looked up at the Stronghold and said to Teferi, “Do you see a rift?”

Teferi nodded. He was also staring up at the jagged black mountain fortress, his eyes glowing white. “It’s there,” he said, “but it’s not the same.”

“Is it affecting Radha? Is she attuned to it, or it to her?”

Teferi frowned. “Can’t say,” he muttered, “but if I had to guess I’d say ‘no.’”

“Show us the rift, please.” Teferi nodded, still fixed on the Stronghold. Jhoira called out to the others, “Look to the mountain.”

The warriors did as she asked. The top of Teferi’s staff glowed and he tapped it on the hillock, producing a metallic clang. As it had above Skyshroud, the Stronghold rift appeared, looming over and around the black mountain.

This phenomenon was not a gentle, flowing canyon of smoke. The Stronghold rift was round, for one, and its insides were a violent, swirling mass of dust and electrical discharge. The flickering light was bright purple, like a half-healed bruise, and often two jags of it would spear out from the edges, meet in the middle, and cancel each other out.

All of the others stared up at the strange vortex, but Jhoira watched Teferi, who was watching Radha. The planeswalker was studying her closely, scanning her for something. Whatever telling detail he sought hadn’t revealed itself yet, for Radha’s reaction to the rift was no different from the rest of the party’s: a touch of confusion, but mostly a warrior’s determination in the face of an unfamiliar threat.

Jhoira turned back to the Stronghold.

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