Stormblade by Nancy Varian Berberick

Author:Nancy Varian Berberick [Berberick, Nancy Varian]
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Epic, General, Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fiction - Fantasy, Fantasy - Epic, Swords, Dwarfs
ISBN: 9780786931491
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast
Published: 2004-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

Verminaard‟s rule to the tempestuous storms of dwarven politics in a kingdom under no one‟s rule. “Highlord, I heartily wish that Realgar would mount his wretched revolution and be done with it, so that I can be done with him.”

The shadow sharpened to knife-edged clarity. Darknight could almost see Verminaard‟s eyes as red lights on the stone.

He’s still wasting his time on the ranger?

The ranger had given Realgar no good answer to the question of the Kingsword‟s whereabouts in all the days he‟d been the Theiwar‟s captive.

“Aye, Lord. It‟s the difference between you,” the dragon snarled as it listened to its belly rumble. “Were the ranger your prisoner, I would have been sucking the marrow out of his bones days ago.” As it was, Darknight had to forage at night for mountain sheep while Realgar marched bloody-footed through the ranger‟s soul for nothing but enjoyment. Darknight snorted and closed its eyes. “Simple enjoyment is all he‟s getting from it now. He admits that if there is an answer to be had, the ranger isn‟t going to provide it. Enjoyment, and a soothing revenge for time wasted.”

Shadow eyes flared red and it scraped its claws on the stone floor of its lair. It doubted that the ranger had ever known where the sword was, and if he had, there could be nothing left of his mind now in which to sift for an answer.

“Lord, how go your own plans?”

Well enough. The troops move into the mountains and the bases will be in place. Ember will fly tonight as cover for the last of them. Ember! Flying with fire and fear as its weapons, and it was lodged here in this dank, foul hole! Darknight gnashed its teeth.

“Cover, Lord? Does Ember—” Darknight caught itself. Haughty Ember would never admit to needing assistance. “—want company?” By the Dark Queen! Its legs were cramped, its wings aching for a night flight!

The shadow seemed no shadow at all, but an image reflected on polished ebony. The dragon saw Verminaard‟s face now—coldly 168

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