Thraxas and the Elvish Isles (The Thraxas Novels)
Martin Scott
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 1841490024
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Thraxas, the biggest star of comic fantasy in every sense, bounces back with a troublesome case of Elvish fever ...When Thraxas receives a message from an old friend in trouble, he has to act quickly. A terrible crime has been committed on the Elvish Isles, and Thraxas is definitely the right man for the job. The ale there is legendary. When theft turns to murder, however, Thraxas suddenly finds himself in serious demand. The elves have no experience in investigating, and Thraxas is only too happy to help out. And with Thraxas on the case what began as a terrible mess soon turns into a complete nightmare. More information on this book and others can be found on the Orbit website at www.orbitbooks.co.uk
sailors should not be disturbed in their duties.” I shrug noncommittally. I would have no qualms whatsoever about outraging Kalith and every other Elf Lord while carrying out an investigation, but I figure there’s no point in annoying him yet. If things go badly for me on Avula, I’ll annoy him plenty there. I do take the time to point out to Kalith that I am here at the bidding of Vas-ar-Methet, and was given to understand that he had his Lord’s approval. Kalith concedes that this is true, but
[Contents] Chapter Eight By the time we reach the ground about fifty Elves are standing in a circle between the large pool and the towering Hesuni Tree, and they’re making enough noise to wake Old King Kiben. Camith hangs back but I barge my way through. Standing forlornly in the centre of the circle is a tall young female Elf I take to be Elith-ir-Methet. Lying next to her is another Elf, this one dead, with blood seeping from an ugly wound in his chest. Elith is holding a
idea, it will show us in a good light if Makri can at least feign some enthusiasm. It seems like the subject might never come up as Makri and Yestar talk about particularly useless males they have encountered, then move on to the tale of Queen Leeuven, till Isuas, bored with this, interrupts them. “Tell Mother about you jumping in the ocean. You know Makri wasn’t on board when we sailed? She ran on the quay, fighting all these men. And she killed most of them and then jumped in the sea and
hawking his healing services around some third-rate city in the west.” “Have you learned anything that may assist her?” I admit that I have made little progress. “I can see far, in many directions,” says Yestar. “I gazed at the troubles of Elith-ir-Methet, but I was unable to penetrate the mists that surround them. Yet your presence here brings new energy to the affair, Investigator. Perhaps I should look again.” She lapses into silence. She stares into the distance. The sun streams in
you’ll find it all adds up.” “Have them brought to me—” commands Kalith, but that’s as far as he gets. No one has noticed the appearance of Yulis-ar-Key on the balcony. We soon notice that, while we are all without weapons, Yulis has somehow managed to procure two fine swords, which he brandishes menacingly. “I will not be subjected to sorcerous examination like a common criminal,” he snarls. “Why not?” I retort. “It would be entirely fitting.” Yulis rushes at us. Things look bad till Makri