The Weird of the White Wolf - Michael Moorcock [56]
Then he shrugged and clapped his heels to his steed's flanks, racing to catch up with Elric as the cold dawn rose, wondering if they would continue towards Pan Tang once Dhakos was far enough behind.
But Elric's head contained no thoughts, only emotion flooded him—emotion he did not wish to analyse. His white hair streaming behind him, his dead-white, handsome face set, his slender hands tightly clutching the stallion's reins, he rode. And only his strange, crimson eyes reflected the misery and conflict within him.
In Dhakos that morning, other eyes held misery, but not for too long. Yishana was a pragmatic queen.
Table of Contents
The Weird of the White Wolf
Prologue THE DREAM OF EARL AUBEC
Book One THE DREAMING CITY
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
Book Two WHILE THE GODS LAUGH
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
Book Three THE SINGING CITADEL
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE