Land of the Minotaurs (Dragonlance Lost Histories, Vol. 4)
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 0786904720
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Throughout the time of Krynn, one race has remained strong in its pride and beliefs. The minotaurs envision themselves as the children of destiny, the future masters of the world. Despite adversity, defeat, and enslavement, that belief has never wavered.
If there is a foe capable of destroying the minotaurs, it is their own arrogance. Here is told the tale of clan against clan, and of how the exiled champion Kaz must discover the terrible secret of the empire before he and his entire race suffer the disastrous consequences.
Land of the Minotaurs
The Lost Histories Series probes the historical roots and epic struggles of the heretofore little-known peoples of Krynn. Author Richard A. Knaak explores the land and history of the horned race of minotaurs.
man. Despite being drenched, the minotaur allowed himself a toothy grin. He had the elusive figure at last. “Get up!” he roared as he neared the dark, huddled mass. “Get up! You’ve got some things to answer to!” Lightning flashed again and, for the first time, Kaz saw that the figure before him was not the man in gray. It was Delbin … and he was bleeding. Chapter 5 The Minotaur Kingdoms ——— Water splashed in Hecar’s face. He flinched and coughed but could do nothing; his hands were
Kaz pulled himself together and took full advantage of his partial freedom, spinning and punching Angrus’s companion under the jaw. The minotaur went flying backward, landing hard on his back. The newcomer was battling the third minotaur behind him, but Kaz had no time to even glance at his rescuer. He faced Angrus, who seemed just slightly less confident now. “A minotaur fights with honor and skill, Angrus. You’ve got neither. You’ve got brute strength and no honor at all. I wasn’t responsible
ordinary search, however. It sounded as if they were stationing men as well as searching the cells. Sure enough, the door to their cell flew open and a pair of the State Guard’s men marched inside, swords ready. Each also bore a torch. “You should’ve warned us you were coming, lads,” called Ganth. “We would’ve been better prepared. Sorry there’s nothing to eat or drink.” “Quiet, you!” snarled one of the newcomers. Two of them prodded at dark corners with their swords, then double-checked with
summoned before your patriarch.” Patriarch? He had been captured by his own clan? Kaz felt like a fool. Of course they would have been in the audience. Possibly even the patriarch himself. “Give your word of honor and we shall let you walk. Refuse and we shall be forced to bind you hand and foot and drag you. We haven’t much time, so you’d better make up your mind fast.” She meant what she said, especially about dragging Kaz. The clan of Orilg did not make empty threats. Kaz quickly nodded.
“Aye, it’s good to see that some haven’t forgotten that.” Ganth marched forward until he stood next to Kaz. He glanced briefly at his daughter, who looked away in what might have been embarrassment, then at his son. In a low voice, he told Kaz, “I can say only that Hecar waits outside. More’ll have to wait until we get you out of this.” To the others, Ganth addressed these words, “I’ve missed a few years among my kin and clan, I’ll be the first to admit, but there are some things that shouldn’t