By Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman
The battle of Souls
The humans of Krynn have recognized warfare in earlier a while. a few are nonetheless alive who consider the triumph of excellent on the end of the conflict of the Lance. nonetheless extra take into accout the devastation of the Chaos battle, which ended the Fourth Age of the world.
But now a brand new conflict is ready to start, extra bad than any have recognized. This battle is one for the very middle and soul of the realm itself.
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He drew away from a gaunt-cheeked, rheumy-eyed old woman who was kneeling in the mud with her hands outstretched, wail ing in mindless misery. He peered curiously into alleys where groups of rag-wrapped men, women, and children huddled listlessly around pitiful fires, too weak and cold to pay him any mind. Two whores pushed aside ragged customers and gaped brazenly at the Prince. One of them, a buxom young girl with long curly hair grinned and wagged a finger at him. Aleksander laughed, and the girl blew him a kiss, lifted her skirt, and went back to her business.
It’s my fault that this city is filled with inbred imbeciles who can’t find their mouths with a spoon, but who dare spy on their Emperor’s son. And I am to accept it? You’re the one who keeps warning me of these Khelid, and now I’m taken to task for speaking my TRANSFORMATION 27 mind in private correspondence. ” My equanimity, already unsettled by Durgan’s warning, lay in ruins. “I’m as concerned about the Khelid as ever, Aleksander. But if you’re to be Emperor, you must think before you act. You mutilated the son of the oldest family in northern Azhakstan.
Except that the Fontezhi made a serious mistake. They sent their most ju nior dennissar, someone’s cousin’s nephew’s son, to appear before the Prince. ” the Prince snapped at the quaking, bewildered eighteen-year-old whose appearance had sent him into a froth. “Does the lord of the Fontezhi be lieve he is too important to appear at his Prince’s summons? ” “N . . no . . Your Highness. ” The downy-cheeked young man did not know when to keep his counsel. “And have the Fontezhi no messengers, no aides, no horses available to contact him?