Stories in the series "Talisman"
# 31: Talisman Nine Part 2
Lord Aldan Bindrmon, son and heir of Baron Chak Bindrmon, galloped through Beeikar on the back of Firesocks as the sky lightened in the east. He had only one thought on his mind: revenge. He intended to ride north to the city of Dargon to find the blackguards who had killed his bride-to-be, Tillna. It had been only a few bells since Aldan had stood over the dying young man, Weasel, and heard from his lips that the rest of the ... [ Read More ]
# 32: Talisman Nine Part 3
Yawrab had never been so lost in her life. Oh, she knew where she was: walking along the Renev River. She knew where she was going as well: the Denva estate, where she was employed as chatelaine. In a different sense, however, she was foundering in a sea of disaster and change. She only had one thing to cling to, and that was revenge. News of her sister had set Yawrab adrift in the first place. Tillna had worked in an ... [ Read More ]
# 33: Talisman Nine Part 4
Nakaz walked down the stairs into the common room of the Buzzard's Roost Inn, prepared to play for his supper. His lap harp was in his hand and he was dressed to make an impression, in tight leggings and a green tunic under a leather vest embossed with harps and stars. His blond hair was bound back with a thin circlet and he had shaved his handsome face smooth. Two small emeralds as green as his eyes pierced each ear, ... [ Read More ]
# 34: Talisman Nine Part 5
Yawrab was filled with nervous anticipation and excitement. In the seven days since she and Ganba had briefly shared souls over that strange carved stone with the interwoven banding, Yawrab had changed a great deal. Within the next few bells, she intended to do something that she hoped would change her life just as radically. She sat at ease in the reclined contours of her folding chair by the fire. The night was calm and warm, a pleasant Sy night with ... [ Read More ]
# 35: Talisman Nine Part 6
Rhonwn was jolted awake by a kick to his foot. Pain coursed through him, but he was used to it. He had lived with a broken leg for the past month and at times he felt the pain in his sleep. He didn't cry out because his healthy leg had been the one kicked; by that he knew that Flane had launched the blow. Rhonwn opened his eyes and looked around the camp of Lacsil and the Bloody Hand of Sageeza. ... [ Read More ]
# 36: Talisman Ten Part 1
The ring of naked dancers had again drawn a crowd and Yawrab found herself among the curious onlookers. She watched the bodies move around the fire, parts bouncing and swaying, and found herself more fascinated by the movements than the nakedness. She was pleased with herself at that, glad that she had put so much of her non-gypsy past behind her. She had first seen the style of dancing practiced by the Gwynt Gyrun, the Wind Riders of the great ... [ Read More ]
# 37: Talisman Ten Part 2
He screamed soundlessly as his body was crushed from all sides by incredible pressure. He gasped for breath, but couldn't expand his chest against the forces arrayed against him. He felt himself splayed out, spread-limbed, horizontally in mid-air, nothing but the pressure from below and above holding him in place. Pain throbbed like a living, maddened thing in his body. He had been betrayed by the one he had trusted most. They would never have caught him in a vulnerable moment ... [ Read More ]
# 38: Talisman Ten Part 3
Four people spread across two inn rooms in the city of Dargon were dreaming similar dreams late in the night of the 24th of Ober. At the very moment that Ratray touched the sculpted stone fragment in its hidden vault beneath Dargon Keep, all four sat bolt upright in their beds. They all said the same thing at the same time: "It's free!" *** Nakaz the bard and Lord Aldan Bindrmon looked at each other, the memory of what they had both ... [ Read More ]