The Oak and the Ram (Corum, Book 5)
Michael Moorcock
Language: English
Pages: 99
ISBN: 0425025349
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Spring has turned to summer, the hottest and most abundant summer ever remembered in the Mabden lands. But in the mists lurks an insidious coldness--the icy presence of the Fhoi Myore. Despite being slowly decayed by the warmth of the world, these harbingers of death will stop at nothing to overwhelm the Earth.
The High King of the Mabden, Amergin, must unite the race in the fight against the Fhoi Myore. But Amergin is in thrall to the dark magic of the Gods of Limbo. It falls to Corum of the Silver Hand to restore the rightful power of the High King with the miraculous forces of two legendary talismans: the Golden Oak and the Silver Ram...
beasts. Though continuing to indulge their traditional hatreds of one another, the Vadhagh and the Nhadragh spent their long hours in considering abstractions, in the creation of works of art and the like. Rational, sophisticated, at one with themselves, these older races were unable to believe in the changes that had come. Thus, as it almost always is, they ignored the signs. There was no exchange of knowledge between the two ancient enemies, even though they had fought their last battle many
Craig Dôn and faced the prowling devil dogs of the Fhoi Myore. The Hounds of Kerenos were both fierce and wary; they snapped, they snarled, but they gave the stone circle wide clearance. Others of the dogs sat some distance off, barely visible against the wind-swirled snow which ruffled their shaggy coats. From somewhere Gaynor had added five more hounds. Corum narrowed his eyes and fixed them on the nearest dog, then he drew back the arm which held the long and heavy lance, shifted his feet a
body’s primary needs. Unless he is restored to his human identity shortly, he will die, my friends.” Jhary-a-Conel spoke flatly and neither Corum nor Goffanon needed to convince themselves of the truth of his words. It was evident, for one thing, that Amergin was beginning to waste away, particularly since their supplies of fruit and vegetables were all but gone. “Yet we must go to the land of the Tuha-na-Gwyddneu Garanhir if we are to find those things which will save him,” said Corum. “And he
Corum brooded on the prophecy, for he knew he was the Champion Eternal and as doomed to struggle as was Prince Gaynor. And the Fhoi Myore, the Lost Gods of Limbo, remained upon the Earth. — The Chronicle of Corum and the Silver Hand BOOK ONE IN WHICH PRINCE CORUM FINDS HIMSELF CALLED TO PURSUE THE SECOND OF HIS GREAT QUESTS… 1 THE MEETING OF THE KINGS AND SO RHALINA had died. And Corum had found Medhbh, King Mannach’s daughter, and in a short while (as Corum reckoned time) she too would
puzzled by his master’s behaviour. Corum cried: “Goffanon! Goffanon! You fight a brother!” Another voice floated down from above and looking up Corum saw a tall man standing on the edge of the cliff, a tendril or two of white, clinging mist above his shoulders. The world grew grey as the sun sank. The figure on the cliff edge was the wizard Calatin, in a long-pleated surcoat of soft leather stained a rich, deep blue. Upon his slender, gloved fingers were jeweled rings and at his throat a