Riftwar 2 - Silverthorn by Raymond E Feist

Author:Raymond E Feist [Raymond E Feist]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-08-05T23:00:00+00:00

'The Twelve Eyes,' the Abbot said in awe, 'an ancient and evil spell of legend. No one living is said to have the power to form this thing. It is both a vehicle for seeing and a weapon.' Then the spheres slowly began to move. Gaining speed, they began weaving an intricate pattern, the lines twisting maddeningly, beyond the ability of the eye to follow. Faster they spun, until they became a blurring solid of light. A shaft of energy shot down from the centre striking some invisible barrier above the roofs of the buildings. Dominic screamed in pain and had to be caught by Martin. The monk's hands pressed hard against his temples and he said, 'So powerful. I can scarcely believe the barriers are holding.' He opened eyes running with tears.' Father John said, 'Brother Dominic's mind is the keystone to the mystic defences of the abbey. He is being sorely tested.' Again angry energies shot downwards, to be scattered across the invisible barrier, like a multicoloured shower above their heads. Shards of mystic rainbow light streaked down the sides of the magic barrier, 'defining the dome above the abbey for the eye to see. But again the barrier held. Then another, and another, and soon Arutha and the others could see that the barrier was being pushed lower each time. With each assault, Dominic would cry out in pain. Then, with explosive fury, a single shaft of blinding white light struck the barrier and broke through, searing the ground with an angry hiss and acrid odour. With the attack, Brother Dominic stiffened in Martin's arms and groaned. 'it is entering,' he whispered before he passed into unconsciousness. As Martin lowered the monk to the floor, Father John said, 'I must go to my vestry. Brother Micah, you must hold it.' Micah told them, 'Whatever is out there has breached a mystic defence second only to that at our father'temple. Now I must face it. I am armed and shielded by Ishap,' the old monk said in ritual, as he unlimbered the war hammer at his belt. A roar of impossible volume, like a thousand lions voicing rage at once, shook the abbey. It began as a teeth-jarring shriek and ran down the scale until it seemed to grind at the very stones of the building. Bolts of energy lashed out, seemingly in random directions, and where they struck, destruction ensued. Stones seemed to crumble under the onslaught, whatever was flammable was set afire, and any water touched by the bolts exploded into clouds of steam. They watched as Micah left the building, striding out to stand below the spinning disk. As if anticipating, he raised his hammer above his head as another bolt of energy lashed downwards, blinding those who watched from the door. When the initial blaze of white died down, they could see Micah standing upright, hammer held overhead as the crackling energies cascaded around him, scattering in broken spectrum, so that all the colours of the rainbow danced within the inferno.

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