Doom of the Darksword - Margaret Weis
SPELLBOUND!
Joram couldn’t move his arms. Mosiah had him pinned tightly and was staring into his face with a cold smile, the tomb’s light glittering in his blue eyes. “Mosiah!” Joram said angrily, fear rising in him, making him grow cold as stone. The arms tightened around him, squeezing him with a clasp he knew was magic. Joram squirmed, trying to reach the Darksword, but his body was fast losing all strength. He was caught in a spell!
And then it became a struggle not for the sword, but fo ...