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Even Gjerdrum lacked the courage to intrude. He carried meals to the door, knocked, retreated. Varthlokkur was indulging in those black arts which had made him so infamous. By week's end he had terrori/ed both Karak Strabger and Baxendala. During the day the castle was obscured by a whirling, twis... Puis...

It's misdirection, deceit, what-have-you. I kept an eye on Smoke, expecting him to pass information to the Radisha in some subtle fashion. But if he did he was too crafty for me. Which I doubt. When you encounter the Radisha you know you're in the presence of a powerful will. It was a shame she was... Puis...

Playmate looked none the worse for wear. I snapped, “What the hell are you? Twins?” “Garrett!” He swept out of the shadows of his stable, arms spread wide. He’d been using a pitchfork to do what you do a lot of if you operate a stable. He didn’t seem stiff or sore. He swept me up in a hug. He’s neve... Puis...

Roots had to be torn up. Ties had to be severed. Men had to abandon the lives they had created for themselves. Some just would not go. Some who did go would tell someone where they were headed. The nominal strength of the Company was somewhat over two hundred people, a third of whom did not live in... Puis...

Not four hours had passed since the attack but already all Taglios knew the Shadowmasters had struck at the Prahbrindrah Drah. The city was united in outrage. Already the city knew that the Liberator was alive, that he had feigned death in order to lead their enemies into a fatal mistake. The milita... Puis...

Amy called, “Ready yet, honey?” “Half a minute.” He had butterflies. He did not want to go. The stalls and arguments had run out, though. He had to meet Amy’s family. Such as it was. He was about to be exhibited to her mother. A prime trophy, he thought. Former landsmen turned Seiner, on his way up.... Puis...

Poisson l’a écouté attentivement, l’observant par la fente de ses paupières pendant qu’il racontait son histoire. « J’aurais pas cru que t’avais les nerfs aussi solides, Smed. — Moi non plus. Je crevais de trouille tout du long. — Mais tu as réfléchi et tu as fait ce qu’il fallait. C’est bien. Tu... Puis...

I woke up at noon and couldn’t get back to sleep. I should have been smug, the hero who had gone out to save the damsel and had succeeded, but I didn’t feel smug or heroic. I felt confused, angry, put upon, frustrated. Most of all I felt out of control. I’m not used to getting knocked around without... Puis...

He was not in a good mood but he had shown up quickly. He wasn’t wearing a mesh helmet. He wasn’t going to hide.Barate Algarda was a big man, Saucerhead size, ugly, and unkempt. He looked like a down-on-his-luck thug not getting much work because of Deal Relway’s impact on the shadow economy. He nur... Puis...

MAUVAISES NOUVELLES, CORBEAU BLANC En apprenant la nouvelle de la chute de la porte sud, Mogaba garda un silence aussi lugubre que son visage restait impavide. Il ne posa aucune question et se contenta de fixer l’ouest pour voir combien d’heures encore il restait avant la nuit. Puis il se tourna ver... Puis...

Pan ku remained half a step behind, ready to offer support. He avoided suggesting that his master might require it. Lord Ssu-ma smiled as he leaned against the battlements. Pan ku need not have been concerned. He was, simply, tired and hobbling on an unexpected corn. The countryside was alive with r... Puis...

  "Is something wrong, Doctor?"   "Right here under my nose all the time," he murmured. Off and on, he had had a dozen private detectives tearing up America for as many years, and no amount of money had been able to unearth more than one Groloch, the Fiala whose address he had obtained from a letter... Puis...

Guess who was looking down at me with an unhappy glint in his eye? I croaked, “We godda sta dis romance, Morley. Wha da my doin’ here?” “I’ve been hoping you could explain that to me, friend. The evening is just getting started. I’ve got some swanks from the high ground down here slumming, carpeting... Puis...

“Am I presentable?” He was in control, but barely. “You look fine, Dad,” Ty replied. “Then let’s get our guests calmed down.” I hefted the little crossbow. I had a pocket filled with bolts. Guests backed away. Presumably the shifter could become its nasty old self with a little effort. I dug out ano... Puis...

"I found the place," he squeaked at One-Eye. "Good." Curious. They had not exchanged a cross word in weeks. Usually an hour without a squabble was a miracle. Soulcatcher shifted in the shadowed corner where he remained planted like a lean black bush, a crowd softly debating with itself. "Go on." "... Puis...

The two men fought it gamely, but were compelled to take frequent rests. "Must be getting old," Turran grumbled, glancing up the long, steep slope yet to be climbed. Valther said nothing, just made sure moisture hadn't reached his sword. He seldom spoke even now. "Almost there," Turran said. "Tha... Puis...

He had sunk as low as a man could. There was no deed too foul for him anymore, and nothing more he could do to blacken his soul. A million-leva passage fee could not buy him aboard on Passage Day. His name had to be written in the Black Book with those of the greatest villains. “Mr. Shed?” Lisa said... Puis...

Un coup de chance exclusivement en notre faveur. Un désastre pour les rebelles. Nous fichions le camp du Saillant, où les défenses de la Dame étaient tombées quasiment en l’espace d’une nuit. Fuyaient avec nous cinq ou six cents hommes de l’armée régulière qui avaient perdu leurs unités. Pour une qu... Puis...

Les aimables raccourcis fournis par Shivetya n’allaient certainement pas l’empêcher de reconsidérer l’origine de sa soif de conquête et du plan qu’elle avait échafaudé pour l’assouvir. Il est un pouvoir temporel plus puissant que la plus puissante des magies : la cupidité. Et Roupille hébergeait la... Puis...

You’re dogging it.” Haroun cocked his head. That was the one called Bragi. The northern youths argued all the time. The more so since their company had cracked on the battle line. The one called Reskird was wounded. His friends ragged him mercilessly while they helped him walk. The clang of weapons... Puis...

J’ai perçu jusque dans le monde spectral le rugissement de l’énergie libérée. Près du jet, le cristal s’est dissipé en bouffées bleuâtres. Un peu plus loin, il fondait et coulait comme de la cire à bougie. Dégoulinait. J’ai vu une sphère plonger dans un seau d’eau et se mettre à grésiller. J’ai déci... Puis...

J’ai froncé les sourcils avec colère. Qu’est-ce qu’il fichait en pleine rue ? Bœuf pouvait le reconnaître et percer notre manège. Manifestement, il avait quelque chose à me dire. Bœuf s’apprêtait à entrer dans un de ces innombrables bouges. « Faut que j’aille voir un type dans la ruelle à propos d’u... Puis...

It appeared in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction for July 1980. It proved that few endings are irrevocably final. It received numerous excellent reviews, many Nebula Award recommendations, and was a finalist on the Balrog Awards ballot for best short fantasy of 1980. IThe figure wore sca... Puis...

A glance at the angle of the moonlight told him it was just after midnight. He heard harness creaks and horses’ hooves. There was no need to whisper, “They’re here.” Traveling by night. Interesting. Might be worth investigating. Probably not worth the risk of exposure, though. Haroun moved just... Puis...

I'm not sure I buy all that…" "There are more. The queue seems endless. And none of the would-be killers know why you're needed dead." Februaren added, "For every attack that came close enough for you to notice I've foiled a dozen." "Why?" "You're family." "Don't start…" "Stop! That isn't all of it.... Puis...

The street was empty of people now, and of the more honest cats and dogs. The yelling and scuffling inside the buildings had died down. The slum was gathering its strength for tomorrow’s frays. I waited. I waited some more. Then I waited. A band of pubescent marauders swept past, in search of troubl... Puis...

He was seeing no one. The stinking ragbag that contained the Howler was perched atop some of the highest scaffolding surrounding Overlook. Work had resumed, though at a snail’s pace. Longshadow would not quit just because an army was nearby. The sky was heavily overcast. A chill breeze whined throug... Puis...

The bedclothes were tousled as though he had wrestled his fate beforesuccumbing. His nightshirt was partly open, revealing sickly yellow skin and ... the edge of something black. Bel-Sidek eased the dirty cloth back, using one finger. A black handprint marked the old man's chest, over his heart. I... Puis...

He sensed the Limper running in circles north of him and was amused. These new lords of the empire were not as terrible as the old, but they were smart. Maybe smarter than any of the old ones except the Lady herself and her sister. He was satisfied that the power had passed into competent hands. Som... Puis...

It was oblique, pessimistic, fatalistic. Judge its tenor by the fact that he read Ecclesiastes every day. He believed all existence was a rigged game. Good strove with Evil in vain. Good could achieve occasional localized tactical victories, but only because Evil was toying with it, certain of final... Puis...

NOVEL By GLEN COOK This one is for my mom, who was a rock in a turbulent stream.With thanks to Jim K. and Ellen W. 1 There I was, galumphing downstairs, six feet three of the handsomest, ever-loving blue-eyed ex-Marine you’d ever want to meet. Whistling. But it takes me a big, big bucket to carry a... Puis...

Conditioned by an age of disappointments involving that woman, I turned, expecting a whole new set of problems. Well . . . Winger had a family of dwarves in tow. Mom and Pop, adolescent son and prepubescent daughter. All readable only because they’d all gone native. In the normal scheme sexing a... Puis...

In many she had exceeded those. As she surpassed levels expected, she found herself with more and more free time. That she spent studying aircraft, aerodynamics, astronomy, and space, when she could obtain any information. The Reugge did not possess much. The brethren and dark-faring sisterhoods clu... Puis...

Leur maître ne semblait pas capable de les aiguiller. Et ses chauves-souris ne lui étaient d’aucun secours. Pour tout dire, il n’y en avait plus une de vivante dans ce secteur que mon commando traversait à pas de loup dans la nuit. J’ai donné l’ordre de faire halte à deux kilomètres du camp de Tisse... Puis...

The Mindak Ahlert had gone on to enjoy the rape of Gudermuth. But the Dark Champion and the Twelve Dead Captains remained at Kacalief. They searched tirelessly, their dead eyes burning angrily. If Gudermuth would die before surrendering Daubendiek, so be it. The Sword's pommel would rest beneath the... Puis...

Croaker!” The Lieutenant had come outside. “What?” “Let Tracker cover you.” I had only minutes left in my watch. “Darling wants you.” I glanced at Tracker. He shrugged. “Go ahead.” He assumed a stance facing westward. I swear, it was like he turned the vigilance on. As though on the instant he becam... Puis...

The defenders were accorded the honors of war and allowed to march out without their weapons, taking their families and what possessions they could carry. They were admonished to clear the road whenever the Black Company passed.  If the Nijha stronghold had surrendered any faster Sleepy would have w... Puis...

La réunion des Maîtres d’Ombres se déroulait en son fief, dans les hauteurs d’une grande tour de Belvédère, la nouvelle forteresse et siège de son pouvoir, sise à trois kilomètres au sud d’Obombre. C’était une étrange et ténébreuse place forte, vaste comme une ville. Sa muraille d’enceinte, haute de... Puis...

C’était inévitable. Le futur en moi ne m’a rien dévoilé d’autre, mais il m’a prévenu que j’allais me perdre et me retrouver où je n’essayais pas d’aller. Tout cela m’est venu à l’esprit après que je me suis rendu compte que j’ignorais comment rejoindre un secteur du palais que je connaissais. Je me... Puis...

Il était presque poli. Même à l’époque où je servais dans leur camp, les troupes de la Dame n’étaient pas bien sûres de mon statut. Pauvres petits. Je n’entrais dans aucune case de leur univers bien ordonné et hiérarchisé. « Elle veut vous voir tout de suite », m’a annoncé le colonel. Il était flanq... Puis...

I began to be I, though without a name. I shied from the light. The light was not a pleasant place. The pain would be waiting. But something farther beneath my surface turned to the light like a drowning man fighting toward lifesaving air. I became aware that I was flesh. I felt my muscles, tightene... Puis...

Horse is a caravan stage for those traders mad enough to traipse through those two wildernesses. Of late, the city has been the logistical headquarters for Whisper’s operations. What skeleton forces were not on the road to the Barrowland were in garrison there. Damned northbound fools were going to... Puis...

He staggered forward, collided with a Tervola, instantly decked the man. His troops spread out. The enemy began to react, baring weapons and preparing spells. Varthlokkur hurled a spell of his own. Chaos spread like a plague. Wild spells rampaged through the headquarters, ignoring allegiances. In a... Puis...

He told Su-Cha, "Get the rest of these men tied." Spud revived swearing and swinging. Rider plucked his fist out of the air. "Easy, Omar." "Rider! How'd you get here?" "Might ask you the same thing," Su-Cha chirruped. "You're supposed to be buried under a ruin on the Hurm Islands." Soup reiterated S... Puis...

Neither should he deny guilt where it exists. In later days even the chauvinist historian would admit that the north, personified by Duke Greyfells, provoked the second El Murid War. Itaskian apologists pointed at the Guild and Haroun bin Yousif's Royalists and argued that the first summer of fight... Puis...

Midnight to four in the morn- ing. Bad. "And you'll stand with Brecht part time, too, until he knows what he's doing." Brecht, the signalman, otherwise out of a job, was taking Hippke's place. Kurt returned to the mess decks. "You look glum," said Hans, chuckling. "What'd Mr. Lindemann say?" "Work.... Puis...

I didn’t feel rested. The floor of my dressing room wasn’t that comfy. But it was safer than the bed. That tin man’s wounds proved that. I decided I’d set up camp in one of the vacant suites. Make them hunt for me to murder me in my sleep. Had Hawkes died because of me? I’d fallen asleep wondering.... Puis...

Navy with the Third Marine Recon Battalion, an experience that fundamentally affected his later work. Cook then attended the University of Missouri and the Clarion Writers’ Workshop. His first novel, The Heirs of Babylon, appeared in 1972 and was followed by a broad range of fantasy and science fict... Puis...

From the lane the place next door looked more like the one I remembered than the correct one. We were partway up the flagstones when I spied the peacock cages under the magnolias. “About turn and march,” I said. “One house shy of our mark.” I recalled how, if Kayean was not very careful sneaking in... Puis...

Neither animal was allowed to look back. Goblin himself wore a rag to protect his damaged but nearly healing eyes. The handful of soldiers who joined their flight from the middle ground fell away rapidly. Driven by the “love me” spell they gave it everything they had but eventually every man drifted... Puis...