The Glass Prison (Forgotten Realms)
Monte Cook
Language: English
Pages: 292
ISBN: 0786913436
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Vheod Runechild--half human, half fiend--flees from the Abyss to find his human nature on Toril, only to discover that the dangers from the nether region respect no worldly boundaries.
of this world would react to him or his past, and he was already tired of thinking about it. * * * * * Morning came and with it a summer storm. Not like the dangerous storm of a few days before, but rather a cool rainstorm with little wind and only a smattering of thunder. The noise echoed through the mountains in ways Whitlock had never heard before, living in the relatively open Dales all his life. He liked it. The rain really wasn’t so bad. Whitlock appreciated the break from the heat, and
to execute the process that would have granted that young man—Whitlock?—the power and abilities required of her servant. The ritual had been ruined, and the cursed one who ruined it was beyond reproach. She didn’t dare retaliate against the descendant of Chare’en, when the balor would rule over all the Thunder Peaks in so short a time. She slumped back into her chair. What good could come of revenge anyway? She’d lived long enough to know that in the end, it earned nothing. What was lost, was
nothing to fear from the future. Chare’en would mean nothing to her. But where would such an amulet be now? It could be anywhere in all Faerûn. She sighed. There was no time to search for it. If it was lost—buried in some vault or fallen amid some ancient ruin—she would never find it soon enough for it to be of any help. No, the only way she could hope to find the amulet would be to presume that someone else found it first and had it with him now. Perhaps a person who knew about the coming of
Rauthauvyr’s Road meets up with the Moonsea Ride north of here, then heads west.” “That doesn’t seem to be very direct,” Melann replied. “I’d like to get there as quickly as we can.” “I’d rather stick to the main roads—particularly while we’re here in these damned—” he looked at the elven warrior—“I mean, in these woods.” Whitlock began formulating further plans but was jolted out of his thoughts as the ghostly warrior spoke again. He spoke a single word and pointed to the northwest. As the
other, but that didn’t mean he was its slave. He could take control. Now that he saw the walls, he could break through them, just as Chare’en’s own glass prison had shattered. * * * * * With Chare’en destroyed, the Ravenwitch and her cadre of ravens simply left. Vheod had walked back to where she and Melann stood and said, “I’m not sure how to say this, but … thank you.” The Ravenwitch showed no sign that she even recognized the words he spoke. She made a small sound that apparently the