Elminster in hell - Ed Greenwood [154]
"That shall be my vow, too," the Queen of Aglarond said in a trembling voice. She reached for his lips with her own.
"Well said," hissed a voice from rubble nearby.
Phaeldara lay trapped with Thaergar of the Doors, pinned under a slab of roof thrice their combined size. It had been prevented from crushing them outright only by the twisted ruin of his sword and a shield he'd snatched from the wall in the heart of the fray. Even so, the weight upon them prevented their calling out. "Let this… be a vow both of you… keep!"
"Aye," Thaergar gasped, wincing as Phaeldara squirmed beside his shattered arm."I cleave… most heartily… to the same view!"
The three kneeling regals heard them and shrieked- cries that brought Elminster and the Simbul running.
As the spells that would free them were hastily chanted, the fainting man and the woman under the fallen stone thought they heard something else.
A strange echoing mirth that just might have been a god and goddess of magic chuckling, not so far away…
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Table of Contents
2001
BEGINNINGS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
I-I-
Chapter Twenty-Four