Weis, Margaret - Sovereign Stone 03 - Journey Into The Void by Weis Margaret

Author:Weis, Margaret [Weis, Margaret]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780061020599
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2004-07-08T04:00:00+00:00

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TIME PRESSED ON THE OTHER PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, HOUNDED them with its steady, unrelenting pace. Time for Dagnarus was measured in centuries, yet he heard its ticking clock.

Time had slowed for Shadamehr and Damra and Griffith. Time for them was measured in the ringing bells that announced the changing of the watch on board the orken ship. Blessed with fair weather and a fast wind, they left the Sea of Sagquanno, sailing west for the Sea of Orkas. Their days were filled with leisurely strolls on the decks, serious discussions of the future, less serious stories and songs, and, always, ork omens. Yet every four hours they heard the bells, reminding them that even in the stillness of the night, time rode the waves that flowed beneath their bow.

Time beat with steady wings for Wolfram and Kolost. Ranessa managed, for the most part, to take seriously the responsibility for the safety of her riders. Her landings improved to the point that Wolfram could now almost keep his eyes open. As for Kolost, he was enchanted with flight, saw immediately how useful it could be in battle. He began to consider seriously how he might import griffons, who were not native to the dwarven lands.

Time galloped on swift horses’ hooves for the Grandmother and Jes-san and Ulaf, riding west, riding home. Time cantered for Rigiswald, who had fallen in with a wine-merchant’s caravan traveling to Krammes. He exchanged his services as a healer for protection and companionship and •wine enough to wash away the bitter aftertaste left by his experiences in New Vinnengael.

Time shoved at the backs of all those who had come into contact with what might be called Lord Gustav’s Sovereign Stone, with one exception. For Raven, traveling with the taan, time was a long day’s march, the breaking down of one camp and the setting up of another, and more marching.

The Trevinici make some attempt to count the passing of days, for a warrior home on leave needs to know how many sunrises he can remain with his people before he has to return to his post. But for Raven, time had essentially stopped. There was nowhere he had to be, nowhere he needed to go.

Raven looked back across time to see his past life receding in the distance. He watched without regret as it dwindled and faded away. He could never go back to that life—a life of dishonor for a Trevinici who had been captured in battle and dragged off a prisoner, while his comrades fought and died.

The killing of his captor, Qu-tok, was the bright beacon fire that now lit Raven’s way. He had taken revenge on the enemy who had brought shame on him. He had taken his revenge on the enemy who had mocked him, laughed at him, made sport of him. In slaying his enemy, Raven had earned a dubious honor—he’d attracted the notice of one of the hideous, undead Vrykyl, an albino taan called K’let, who had made Raven his bodyguard.

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