Servant of the Dragon
David Drake
Language: English
Pages: 479
ISBN: 0312864698
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Servant of the Dragon is the third book of the bestselling series Lord of the Isles, the towering fantasy epic that began with the title volume and continued last year in Queen of Demons. The rich and colorful journeys of Cashel and Sharina, Garric and Ilna throughout the many kingdoms of the Isles continue as Sharina is snatched back through time by the spirit of a wizard.Unlike most modern fantasy, Lord of the Isles is an epic with the texture of the legends of yore, with rousing action and characters to cheer for. ~ Terry Goodkind
backed away, “we’ll leave that to its friends. We’ll go back, but we’ll take our dead with us.” “Always, Your Majesty!” Attaper said, shocked at what he took as a slight on the Blood Eagles’ honor. He glanced toward the oncoming monsters and added in a milder tone, “But yes, especially here.” The last of the detachment stood on the tundra, waiting for orders. The portal behind them wavered, shrinking and swelling like a flag in the wind. “Sir?” an officer said, looking at Attaper but shouting
should know that there’s a guard, and even you can’t fight him.” Cashel cocked an eyebrow, though he didn’t say anything. Krias tittered nervously. “Oh, I don’t doubt that you’d try,” he said, “but you can’t win unless you first cease to be human. Are you willing to do that, Cashel or-Kenset?” Cashel frowned. “Being human” wasn’t one of those things he thought about; it was just what he was. But if he stopped being what he was, he might as well be dead. “No, Master Krias,” Cashel said. “I
youth’s feet pedaled for a step or two; then he fell over with a thump. Garric tossed the sword—belt, scabbard and all—into the Beltis. Garric and Cashel started laughing. Cashel passed his quarterstaff from his right hand to his left so he could clasp arms with his friend. They worked together like the two stones of a mill… . “Do you know what that sword was worth?” shrilled a servant, shocked beyond concern for his own safety by his amazement at what had just happened. “It was very nearly
rasping cry. Similar creatures shambled from nearby tunnels. They projected a mindless malevolence, a desire to feed at any cost. The bird’s wings stroked again and the scene dissolved. In the empty grayness Sharina continued to think of the frozen world she had just escaped. It had been like watching worms writhe in hog manure… . Chapter Six Ilna looked back through the atrium when she heard the front door open. The guard who’d entered—the pair on duty this morning were new to her—called,
the stone. His body shrank as though he were falling away; his expression was unconcerned, his staff straight in his hands. Tenoctris sighed in exhaustion. The light turned in on itself and vanished. Garric’s mind held an afterimage of his friend spinning and growing ever smaller, like a doll dropped into deep, clear waters. The great bird broke out of limbo and banked in a sunwise curve. Below Sharina, a harbor nestled into a wooden shoreline. It was late afternoon. Initially Sharina saw no