A Flame in Hali (The Clingfire Trilogy, Book 3)
Marion Zimmer Bradley, Deborah J. Ross
Language: English
Pages: 560
ISBN: 0756402670
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In the era of The Hundred Kingdoms, a time of war and unrest, King Carolin of Hastur and his friend Keeper Varzil Ridenow work selflessly to put an end to the destruction caused by the long range weapons of the magical matrix Towers. But Eduin Deslucido-who once called Carolin brother-has been consumed with a vengeful rage, and will stop at nothing to destroy the king and his plan for peace.
Most Comyn honored Aldones, Lord of Light, fair Evanda, or the Dark Lady, Avarra. What did it matter which one he invoked if the cause was right? He remembered the woman of Saravio’s vision and shivered inwardly. She could be dark or light, hope or despair, depending upon which aspect of the myth he drew upon. She was imaginary, a dream image, nothing more. Surely he need not fear such a thing. . . . At the mention of Naotalba, Eduin felt an answering ripple of psychic energy from Saravio. For a
momentarily blind, she lost touch with them. Each time, she strengthened the link with greater difficulty. It seemed that something more than distance separated them. The cloud-water, which once seemed to transmit psychic impressions, now acted as an increasingly resistant barrier. Rorie? ’Deric? What’s going on? We’ve reached the bottom. Alderic’s usually clear mental voice sounded blurred. At least, we aren’t going down any farther. I can’t see far, but there doesn’t seem to be much down here
Some did die, if the reports from Hali are truthful. No, we now know the identity of the chief of her enemies. The only one with the power to stand against her.” “Who is this man?” Saravio blinked, his expression blank. “I saw no one in that circle capable of such a thing.” He seemed to have forgotten their previous discussion of Varzil. Eduin wanted to shake Saravio. “Don’t you remember?” he said through gritted teeth. “He was within the lake, using its arcane powers against us, drawing upon
affair,” Eduin said, “but I would seek your counsel. I am not privy to Lord Brynon’s deliberations, nor do I have his ear. My brother . . .” He lowered his eyes and let his words trail off. “He is not exactly like other men.” “Yes,” she responded with an indulgent nod that faded into a dreamy smile, “I had noticed that.” “In addition to his other . . . abilities, he has the power to dream things that come to pass. I have seen this many times. In fact, it was one such dream that led us here to
little to the side, her hands cupped between her breasts. As Eduin and Saravio entered, a courtier came forward and escorted them to two chairs near the front of the room. As they took their places, the crowd fell silent except for the occasional nervous cough or rustle of a lady’s skirts. Lord Brynon gestured to the captain of his guard and a moment later, two armed men brought out the physician. One held each elbow. They halted before Lord Brynon. Dom Rodrigo delivered a formal bow with the