Wolves Of The Gods (The Timura Trilogy) by Allan Cole

Author:Allan Cole [Cole, Allan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Allan Cole
Published: 2010-12-27T06:00:00+00:00

Lord Fari fussed with the heads, pushing a stray curl away from the woman’s dead eyes, wiping a spot of blood from the man’s pale lips.

“Perfect, your Majesty,” he said. “Just perfect. We couldn’t have asked for better heads.”

Protarus gloomed at him from his throne, eyes hollow, features slowly changing from man to wolf to man again. Scarred lip twitching in all forms.

“What’s so special about these heads?” he asked in a deadly voice.

“Exactly what I was wondering, Majesty,” Prince Luka said.

He glared at the old wizard, who stood between the two posts that held the heads. “The king is ill,” he said to Fari. “Why are you disturbing him with such nonsense?” And he thought, what an old fool you are. I’ve been waiting for you to slip. Now I’ll boot your arse the rest of the way down the stairs.

Fari sneered at Luka. “His Majesty will soon be able to judge for himself whether this is nonsense or not,” he said. And he was thinking, You haven’t a brain in your noggin, my prince. You were bred to fight, not to think. Your father was right not to trust you.

Kalasariz shifted his glance from one demon to the other, highly amused at the barely disguised hate between them. He kept silent - ready to jump to whichever side most benefited him.

Protarus motioned. “Get on with it,” he said. His voice, however, was less threatening than before. The game between Fari and Luka had sparked his interest more than Fari’s urgent call for a meeting.

“My mission tonight is most vital, Your Majesty,” Fari said. “If I am successful in my experiment we will know the whereabouts of Lord Timura within the hour.”

Iraj shifted in his throne, black mood momentarily abated by this news. His features becoming wholly human.

Luka sneered, exposing many rows of gleaming fangs. “I suppose the heads are going to tell us,” he said. “We’ve tried that sort of thing before. But Timura’s shields are too strong to get past.”

“That’s true, Lord Fari,” Protarus said, mildly amused. He was thinking of various torments he could apply to the old demon after he failed. “It’s never worked before. Why now?”

Fari raised a talon, looking a bit like an old demon school master. “In a moment, Majesty,” he said, “all will be clear.”

He busied himself with the heads, taking jars of magical oils and powders from the stand beside him and sprinkling the heads.

“For most of this hunt, Majesty,” he said, “Lord Timura has been dashing all over the landscape. Going in first one direction, then another, then back again. It made it more difficult to find him, because we couldn’t determine his eventual goal.”

“He had no goal,” Luka snorted. “Except to live another day. He’s running, that’s all.”

“Do you think that’s true, Majesty?” Fari asked, daubing a bit of ointment on the woman’s head. “Does this sound like Lord Timura? You know him best.”

Protarus frowned. “Not one damn bit,” he said, surprising himself a little by his answer. “Safar always has a goal.

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