sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница

sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница

"I believe you, Captain. And I'm grateful to you for finding us the mounts."grinned broadly at the baby and tapped her belly with a fat finger, drawing a giggle.left the ship and made their way up the pier toward the city.almost immediately upon reaching the cobblestone road leading to the gate, Grinsa knew that he was in an alien land. It wasn't just the stares, or the palpable hostility of those they encountered along the way, though they would have been enough to put both him and Cresenne on edge. In the cities of the sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница Forelands, there had been ten Eandi for every one Qirsi. In smaller towns and country villages, the Qirsi had been even less of a presence. But no matter where one went, there were almost always a few Qirsi at least. One could look out across any marketplace and see amid the dark hair and dark eyes one or two pale figures, a shock of bone white hair, or a pair of flame-colored eyes.here, in this city, he saw none. Had he not known better he might have assumed, looking at the road and the city gate beyond it, that sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница there were no Qirsi in all the Southlands. On the other hand, he could tell from the glares of the Eandi they encountered that the men and women of Yorl were very familiar with his people, and that this familiarity had bred little but contempt and fear. People actually stopped in their tracks to watch Grinsa and Cresenne walk by. No one said anything to them, but they didn't have to.

"What should we do?" Cresenne asked in a whisper.

"Just keep walking."

"But the gate."

"I know. We'll deal with it when we get there sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница. The captain would have told us if they had laws barring Qirsi from entering the city" She glanced about nervously. "It's not the laws I'm afraid of." "Keep looking right in front of you," he told her. "Don't let them see that you're scared."'s nod was almost imperceptible. They covered the rest of the distance without a word, stopping before the Eandi guards who blocked the path that led through the heavy stone gate. There were two of them, both dressed in uniforms that matched that purple and gold flag flying above the fortress and sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница that bore the golden insignia of an eagle. They were large men, as tall as Grinsa, and powerfully built. Both wore helms and armor; both were armed with broadswords.

"What's yar business here, white-hair?" one of them asked, in the strange accent of the eastern Southlands. His eyes flicked for an instant to Cresenne and the baby, but then returned to Grinsa.

"We've just arrived on the Fortune Seeker-"

"That's no' what I asked. Ya intending t' stay here in Yorl, or are ya passin' through?"

"Passing through." Grinsa kept his voice sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница even, but he didn't shy away from the man's gaze.

"What's yar name?"

"Grinsa jal Arriet."

"That's no' a Southlands name," the man said with a frown, though Grinsa had the sense that he wasn't really surprised.

"No, it's not. As I was trying to tell you a moment ago, we've just arrived on the Fortune Seeker from our home in the Forelands. We're new to Aelea, to all the Southlands, really."

"I see. What business d' ya have in th' city?"

"The Fortune Seeker's captain has arranged for us to sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница buy two horses from a farrier here in Yorl. And we need to buy some food as well. After that, we'll be on our way."guard nodded, still eyeing him. He gave no indication, though, that he was ready to let them pass. "Ya have th' look of a Weaver, Grinsa."managed with some success to hide his surprise at this, butlet out a small gasp. In the Forelands, where fear of Weavers ran so deep, most Eandi were remarkably ignorant about what it meant to be a Weaver. Grinsa had never met anyone among Ean's sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница children who was familiar enough with Qirsi magic to identify a Weaver simply by appearance. If he needed any more proof that they were in a land vastly different from his home, here it was.

"You're right," he said. "I am a Weaver. Is that a problem?"

"Tha' depends on you. Weavers have been known t' stir up trouble now an' again. From what I hear, that's even been true in th' Forelands recently. I don't know how my kind deal with yar kind in th' North, but here, we know how to handle Weavers. Ya remember that sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница."



"I will," Grinsa said, still refusing to break eye contact with the man.

"Can we go now?"guard indicated Cresenne with an open hand. "Is she a Weaver, too?"

"Why don't you ask her?"expression soured, but he turned to Cresenne, and said, "Are ya?"

"No, I'm not."that, a smile flickered in the man's eyes ever so briefly. "All right," he said. "Ya're free t' go." He and his comrade stepped out of the way, allowing them to enter the city.when they were some distance from the gate did Grinsa realize sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница that his fists were clenched, the skin stretched so tightly over his knuckles that it hurt. He flexed his hands and shook his head slowly.

"For all the foolish Eandi I encountered in the Forelands," Cresenne said, "I've never in my life felt as hated as that man just made me feel."looked around, enduring the stares as best he could. "It can't all be like this."

"No. Only half of it."found the farrier's shop and stepped inside. At first they saw no one and Grinsa called out a tentative "Hello." Almost immediately a young man sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница emerged from the back. He was tall and lanky, with red hair and bright blue eyes. Seeing the Qirsi, he stopped, his eyes narrowing. "What d' ya want?"

"We're here to see Dren Meigen. We were sent by the captain of the Fortune Seeker."

"Pa!" the young man called, his eyes never leaving the two of them, as if he expected them to attack him at any moment.second man stepped into the shop, and Grinsa knew immediately that this was the young man's father. He was the image of the other- same color hair and eyes, same sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница square handsome face. But where the son was merely tall, this man was positively hulking. He stood even taller than his son, and he was broader in the chest and shoulders than the guards at the gate had been. He kept his shoulders somewhat stooped, as if he feared that he might not fit in the shop if he straightened to his full height. Grinsa had never seen a bigger man.looked Grinsa over, then placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "It's all right," he muttered to the boy. "Ya're th' ones Rois sent?" "Yes. We sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница're grateful to you for selling us the horses."

"I'm doin' it fer Rois."

"Of course."man gestured over his shoulder. "I got 'em out back." With that he turned and stepped out of the shop, trailed closely by his son. Grinsa and Cresenne had little choice but to follow.walked through a musty storeroom, and pushed open a door that let them out into a small paddock. The bay and dun were tied at the far end of a plot of wispy grass, but the man and son stood nearer to the door beside sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница a white nag and an old chestnut plow horse.

"Here ya go," the farrier said.shook his head. "Those aren't the horses Captain Dungar described for us."man raised an eyebrow, but he didn't look surprised. "No?" He wasn't much of a liar. Probably a man of his size didn't have to be. Who among the Eandi would ever challenge him?

"He said he'd arranged for us to buy the dun and bay over there." "That right? At what price?"

"I think you know the price, sir."

"Surely no' th' twelve sovereigns we talked about fer sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница these two." Cresenne glared at him. "You bastard!"put a hand on her back. "How much?" he asked.farrier eyed Cresenne briefly, an eyebrow raised and a small smile on his lips. Then he turned to Grinsa. "I'll give 'em t' ya fer twenty."felt Cresenne gathering herself to say something more, but he pressed hard against her back and she kept silent.

"No," Grinsa said. "We'll pay twelve, as you agreed. And we'll take the dun and bay. Again, as you agreed."

"I didn' agree t' any such thing."

"Are you saying that Captain Dungar lied sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница to us?"

"No, white-hair. I'm sayin' tha' ya're lyin' now. Rois knows I'd never agree t' sell such fine beasts, at tha' price, t' th' likes o' ya." He grinned. "And so does every man in Yorl."nodded slowly. This much he'd known already. He had no legal recourse. Dren had signed no papers, and no one in this city would take the word of a Qirsi against that of the farrier, even if they knew the man to be a liar and a cheat. The Fortune Seeker might still be sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница at the pier, but even the captain might not be able to help him. Yes, he was Eandi, but he was also a Forelander, which probably made him suspect in the eyes of the people of Yorl.

"Come on, Grinsa," Cresenne said, still staring at the man, her eyes blazing like siege fires. "We'll get horses elsewhere."Grinsa didn't move. "I'm not leaving without the horses we were promised."

"That's fine," Dren said. "Twenty sovereigns an' they's yars."

"So, you admit that the bay and dun were the ones you discussed with the captain sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница."took Dren a moment. Then his face reddened. "I joost knew ya was talkin' 'bout them uns."

"You're a liar, Dren. And what's more, you're a bad one."man's face turned to stone, and he picked up a large hammer from the railing beside him. "I've knocked men cold fer less 'an that, white-hair."'d meant to provoke him, and had hoped that the farrier would take up a weapon. Reaching for his magic, Grinsa shattered the hammer's head, so that fragments of iron fell to the ground all around the farrier sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница's feet.

"But not a Weaver," Grinsa said evenly.farrier stared at the useless piece of wood he still held in his hands.

"I shouldn't have to tell you what other powers I possess," Grinsa said. He drew upon another of his magics, and a moment later the plow horse, which was not tied to anything, began walking toward the farrier's son. At first, not understanding what was happening, the young man ordered the beast to halt. When it didn't, he tried to shove it away. That didn't work either, and slowly, the old horse forced the boy sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница backward toward where the dun and bay were tied.

"Pa?" he said, sounding frightened, his eyes darting back and forth between his father and the advancing plow horse.

"Call him off!" Dren said.

"Tell your boy to untie those horses."took a menacing step toward Grinsa, but before the Qirsi could do anything, a bright yellow flame burst from the ground just in front of the farrier, stopping him in midstride and forcing him back.

"I'm not a Weaver," Cresenne said evenly. "But I've got a bit of power as well."

"Tell him to untie the horses sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница," Grinsa said again.man licked his lips. "This is thiev'ry," he said. "Ya white-hair demons is robbin' me o' what ain' yars."glanced at Cresenne and nodded once. Immediately, her conjured fire died away, and Grinsa grabbed the man's throat in his hand. Dren wrapped his powerful hands around Grinsa's wrists.

"Let go of me," the Qirsi said, "or I'll shatter every bone in your body just the way I did your hammer. Do you understand?"farrier glowered at him, but after a moment he nodded and dropped his hands to sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница his side.

"Have you ever heard of mind-bending magic, Dren?"man shook his head.

"It may have a different name here. I'm really not sure, nor do I care. It's a power that allows me to make you do whatever I want you to do, say whatever I want you to say. I can force you to tell the truth and admit exactly what you and Rois agreed to earlier today. The problem with mind-bending magic is that it's not that precise. It can hurt if it's used too roughly, and sometimes the damage sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница can't be undone. Now, I'm usually pretty good with my magic, but you've angered me and, well, who knows what might happen if I try it on you when I'm angry?"much of what Grinsa told him about mind-bending power was true, this last was not. He had no doubt that he could use his magic on the man precisely enough to avoid hurting him. But he didn't want to use it at all.

"So rather than risking an injury that might leave you permanently addled," he went on, "you might want sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница to consider whether it wouldn't just be better to admit that you're lying, sell us the horses, and be rid offor good." He let go of the farrier's throat and stepped back. "Fine then," the man muttered. "Ya can have th' damn horses." "So your son can hear."

"Ya can have th' horses," he said again, loudly this time.

"The dun and the bay."

"Yeah, th' dun an' th' bay."

"And what was the price?"exhaled through his teeth and looked away. "Twelve."

"That's the amount you and Captain Dungar agreed to, isn't it?"

"Yeah sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница, we agreed t' twelve."

"But, Pa," the boy called from beside the two beasts, the plow horse positioned in front of him like a sentry. "Ya said-"

"Joost shut up and bring th' beasts here."young man did as he was told, leading the two horses to where his father was standing. Grinsa pulled his pouch free and counted out twenty-five qinde. He held out the coins to the boy, who glanced at his father, as if unsure of what to do.

"Take th' money," Dren said sullenly. "An' give 'im th' beasts." Once he had the sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница reins in hand, Grinsa nodded to the farrier. "Thank you, Dren. I've enjoyed doing business with you."

"Git out," the man said. "An' I wouldn' linger in town too long if I was ya." He bared his teeth in a grin. "It might no' be safe."had started to walk away, but he stopped now, and with no more than a thought, he lit the man's apron on fire. Letting out a cry at the sight of the flames, Dren threw himself to the ground and rolled back and forth until they had been extinguished.

"White-hair sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница bastard!" he growled, looking up at the Qirsi, smoke rising from his clothes.

"I wouldn't set foot outside your shop until we've cleared the city gate," Grinsa told him. "That wouldn't be safe."led the horses out of the paddock and into a narrow alley behind Dren's shop. From there, they made their way back onto the main avenue and into the city marketplace, where they hoped to buy a pair of saddles.

"How long do you think it will be before he comes after us?" Cresenne asked, as they searched the market for a saddler.

"Not sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница long at all. But we won't stay any longer than it takes to buy some food and find a saddler. As far as I'm concerned we can buy the first saddles we see."'s marketplace was large, and difficult to navigate, but there were so many peddlers selling their wares that they soon found all that they needed. Before long, the horses were saddled, their travel sack was filled with dried fruits, salted meat, and flat breads, and they were on their way to the city's west gate. Before they reached it, however, they spotted sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница the farrier and his son searching the streets for them, accompanied by four of the city guards.

"Damn," Grinsa muttered.

"We bought the horses as agreed," Cresenne said, as if reassuring herself. "We did nothing wrong."

"Dren won't have said anything about the horses. He doesn't have to. I lit his apron on fire. That's why they're looking for us." He looked at her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it."

"I'm glad you did. I was ready to; you just beat me to it."

"So what do we do?" he asked.thought sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница a moment, and as she did, Bryntelle let out a small cry. A smile crossed Cresenne's face, and then vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. "Leave this to me," she told him.only had time to nod before Dren spotted them, thrusting out an arm with a triumphant smile on his face. He led the guards and his son to where they stood, his long strides carrying him so quickly in their direction that the others had to run every few steps to keep up with him.

"That's 'im!" the farrier said, stopping a few steps sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница from them and looking back at the uniformed men. "That's th' Qirsi who tried t' burn me!"

"Is tha' true?" one of the guards asked, staring hard at Grinsa.

"Actually, it's not," Cresenne said.

"What?" The farrier shook his head and looked at the guards. "She's lyin'!"

"I'm the one who did it. Not Grinsa." She held out her hand, palm up, and an instant later a bright golden flame jumped to life there. "As you see, I have fire magic." The fire died away and she lowered her hand. "I shouldn't sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница have done it, I know, but he threatened us and I I… I feared for my child." Remarkably, a tear slid down her face. Grinsa nearly laughed out loud at the sight of it. "You have to understand," she went on, her voice trembling slightly. "We're strangers to your land. And you all seem to hate our kind so much. And then this man threatened us that way. I just didn't know what else to do. I'm so sorry."

"I tell ya, she's lyin'! Ya can' believe a word she says, or 'im neither!" "You didn't sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница threaten us?" Grinsa said. "You didn't tell us that it wouldn't be safe if we chose to linger in the city?"

"Did ya say tha' t' them?" the guard asked.

"No!" the farrier said.seemed that the guard knew Dren well enough not to believe him. He just eyed the man for several moments, saying nothing.

"Yeah, all righ'," Dren admitted. "I said it."

“Why?”

"They stole those beasts from me!"

"What?" the guard said. "Why didn't you mention that before?"

"Because it's not true!" Cresenne said, indignant now. "We paid him sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница the equivalent of twelve sovereigns. Twenty-five qinde in Forelands money. He might even have the coins with him now."'s hand strayed to his pants pocket. "It's less 'an they's worth!" he said, before the guard could demand that he produce the money. "They practic'ly stoled 'em from me! They threatened me wit' their magic! Th' boy will tell ya!"

"He'll also tell you, as will the captain of the Fortune Seeker, that twelve sovereigns was the price he agreed to."guard waved both hands and shook his head. "I don' care 'bout any o' this sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница. It's no' my place t' git ya a better price fer yar beasts, Dren." He looked first at Grinsa, then at Cresenne. "Ya should be on yar way. This is no place fer yar kind." He started away, gesturing for the other guards to follow.

"I oughta kill ya both where ya stand!" the farrier said, his fists clenched.guard stopped and took a step back in their direction. "I heard tha', Meigen. Ya're lucky I don' put ya in th' gaol straightaway. Now git back t' yar shop an' leave them be!"first the farrier sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница didn't budge, and Grinsa readied his magic, just in case. Finally, though, the man shook his head and started to walk away. "Come on, then," he called to his son. "They's no' worth th' trouble." Grinsa and Cresenne didn't move until they'd watched the two of them cross the marketplace and disappear around a bend in the road. Once they were certain that the farrier was no longer a danger, they started toward the gate again, climbing the steep road that led past the fortress. "How did you do that?" Grinsa asked her as sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница they rode.hint of a smile touched Cresenne's lips. "Do what?"

"You know perfectly well what. You actually made yourself cry." "So? Bryntelle does it all the time."laughed. "You mean to say you learned it from her?"

"Not entirely, no." She held up her hand-the one on which she'd balanced the flame when she showed the guards that she possessed fire magic. Her palm was red and had a small blister on it.

"Cresenne!"

"It's all right. I just let my healing magic fade a moment before I extinguished the flame. It hurt enough sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница to bring tears to my eyes, but it's nothing I can't heal."

"You're mad!"raised an eyebrow. "It worked, didn't it?"could only nod. "Yes, it worked."

"Then stop complaining."

"Yes, my lady."smiled, sunshine lighting her face.the city proved to be far easier than entering it had been. They dismounted before the west gate, expecting to be questioned again. But though the guards at the city wall eyed them warily as they walked past, the men didn't stop them or ask them any questions.and Cresenne led their mounts through the gate and onto the sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница road outside the city walls. There they simply stopped and stared at the landscape that stretched before them. They were at the top of the rise, on an even level with the outer walls of the fortress. A broad golden plain ran away from them in every direction. No doubt the expanse was dotted with towns and villages, but from just outside the walls of Yorl, Grinsa couldn't see any of them. What he did see, looming in the distance, ringing the plain, were enormous snowcapped mountains, their peaks as jagged as demons' teeth. Grinsa knew from sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница the captain that Eagle's Pass lay due west, and that it afforded fairly easy passage through the mountains. But still he couldn't help but be daunted by the sight of those peaks.

"It's beautiful," Cresenne said.

"It is."turned to look at him. "Do you wish we'd stayed on the Fortune Seeker?"

"No. You told me yourself that Bryntelle wasn't eating well while we were aboard the ship. And I like your face better without that pale shade of green it always seemed to have when we were on the water."laughed. "Thanks." Her sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница expression sobered. "Do you wish we'd stayed in the Forelands?"reached for her hand and held it to his lips. "There's nowhere I'd rather be than here, with the two of you. I swear it." He faced the plain and mountains again. "This is home now. And as you say, it's beautiful."took Bryntelle from her and held the child while Cresenne climbed onto her mount. Bryntelle was awake and smiling, her eyes as pale and perfect as candle flames.

"This is home now," he whispered again.gave a squeal and grabbed at his sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница finger. He kissed her forehead and handed her up to Cresenne. Then he swung himself into his saddle, and together they began the long ride westward toward the Qirsi clans.8far from the lake, along one of the many streams that meandered through the pale, golden fields surrounding their village, stood a tight cluster of low, gnarled trees. It was in a shallow dale, a place sheltered from the cold winds that swept across the highlands during the snowy turns. Yet, during the Growing season, when the sun's heat grew unbearable in the fields, the shade and the cool sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница dampness of the stream and grasses kept it cool. And at this time of year, as the first hint of the Harvest breezes began to touch the crops, whispering softly that their time had almost come, the skies above the dale turned deepest blue, and the leaves of those misshapen old trees shaded to gold and rust.couldn't remember when she had discovered this place. She was old enough to understand that she hadn't done so on her own, that perhaps Mama or Papa had brought her here the first time, or maybe one of her older brothers sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница. But it often seemed to her that the others had forgotten about it, that no one else from the village knew it existed. So thoroughly was it hers that she never feared being found there. She went there to cry, to scream her rage at some injustice done her by her parents or brothers or teachers, or just to sit and watch the day float by, like the feathery clouds that drifted above the highlands on these cool Harvest mornings. Often while she was there she saw eagles soaring overhead. Once she saw a mountain lion skulking in the sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница shadows by the trees, and she ran back home, vowing never to go there again. But the lure of the place was too strong. Eventually she returned, bearing an old broken ax handle to use as a club if she needed. She hadn't seen the lion again, but still she kept the ax handle by the trees, just in case she ever needed it.this morning, she had risen early with her father and followed him into the fields to check the grain and feed crops. In another half a turn, when both moons were full sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница again, they would begin the harvest.lessons at the small sanctuary were to begin at midday-their teacher was to be married this morning-and so after she had fed the cows and Papa's plow horses, she had nothing more to do. Of course she went to the dale.looked for the lion as she followed the stream toward the trees, but she saw nothing save a plump, brown grouse that watched her approach and flew away on whistling wings as she drew near.she stayed by the stream, just beyond the trees, but the sun was sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница warm today and she made her way toward the shade. As she drew closer to the wood, though, she saw something that made her falter. There was someone hunched over within the copse.didn't know what to do. For so long the place had been her secret, her sanctuary. It never even occurred to her that she might find someone else there lurking among the trees. Her first impulse was to run home and tell her father. But she was also tempted to march right into the copse and demand to know what this person was doing in her dale sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница. In the end, she did neither. She did walk to the small wood, but she approached it slowly, peering into the shadows, trying to see if she knew the person who was in her secret place. She moved silently, as she had practiced in this very spot, trying to see how close she could come to the deer that often grazed here late in the day, and so the person hiding there took no notice of her approach.at last Jynna had a clear view into the shadows, she saw that it was an old woman, an Eandi by the sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница look of her. The stranger knelt on the ground in a small open area. And arrayed around her in several curving rows, like a rainbow, were woven baskets of all shapes and sizes. The woman was whispering something to herself, but Jynna couldn't make out what it was. Moving a bit closer, she saw that the woman bled from a wound on the back of one hand, and that she held what looked to be dark mud in the palm of the other. Jynna still couldn't hear, so she took another step into the sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница shadows, and doing so, she stepped on a dry twig, which snapped under her weight.woman looked up sharply, her dark eyes finding Jynna immediately.

"Who are you?" she demanded.took a step back and started to run away.

"Wait!" the woman called. "I'm sorry! You startled me!"the girl ran.

"My name is Licaldi!"nearly stumbled on a tussock of grass, but she righted herself, and kept running.

"I can show you magic! That's what I was doing!"slowed, then stopped. Magic. She was Y'Qatt. So was everyone in Tivston. But that didn't mean that she sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница didn't know about magic. But she'd been so sure that the woman was Eandi.turned and took a tentative step back toward the trees. As she did, the old woman emerged from the shadows. Jynna knew right away that she had been right: The woman was Eandi. So how could she do magic?carried a small basket in one hand-the hand that bled. The other hand hung at her side, but when she stepped into the sunlight something glinted there. A knife. Again Jynna backed away.

"It's all right," the woman said. She halted and held sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница up the blade, a smile on her wizened face. "This is for me, not for you."was still a good distance between them, and Jynna felt reasonably certain that she could run faster than the old woman if she needed to. "You're Eandi," she said, watching the stranger closely.

"I'm Mettai," the woman told her. "Do you know what that means?" Of course. She'd heard her father and mother speak of the Mettai. They were Eandi sorcerers who used their blood to do magic. But her parents spoke of them the way they sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница did of the horsemen of Naqbae or the warriors of the T'Saan clan, as if they lived leagues and leagues from Tivston. What was this woman doing here?

"Yes," Jynna answered. "I've heard of the Mettai. Is that why you're bleeding?"woman glanced at her hand and after a moment licked away a streak of blood. "Yes, it is. Blood magic." She held up the knife again.

"That's why I need this. A Mettai can't conjure without her blade." "What kind of magic are you doing?"woman beckoned to her. "Come here and I'll show sf_fantasyB CoeSorcerer's PlagueB. Coe enthralled readers and critics with his Winds of the Forelands, an epic fantasy full of political intrigue, complex characters, and magical conspiracy. Now he 8 страница you." She smiled again. "I won't hurt you."walked back toward where the stranger was waiting for her, but she stopped several paces away, well out of reach of the old woman's blade.

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