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Eyes of Silver - Softcover

Stackpole, Michael A.

 
9780553561135: Eyes of Silver
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0553561138 ISBN 13: 9780553561135
Verlag: Bantam USA, 1999

Inhaltsangabe

Twelve years after Wolf-priest Malachy Kidd loses his eyes and his faith in battle, Kidd's divine inspiration leads him to protect the legendary Dost, the most powerful figure on land, during a magical and intriguing journey. Original.

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Michael A. Stackpole is still an award-winning game designer, computer game designer and writer who is uncomfortable about this third-person bio thing. Not much has changed since the last bio, actually, except there is a third dog in the house: Saint, the great-grandson of Ruthless and the great-grandnephew of Ember, the other two dogs living here. Growing up in Vermont, Mike only ever had one dog at a time in the house, but if all three of these Cardigan Welsh Corgis were piled into one dog, they would equal the Labrador with which he grew up.<br><br>Mike still plays soccer on weekends and is on a team with players who do all sorts of things to make him look really good. He's still riding his mountain bike--the more he rides it, the less of a mountain he becomes.<br><br>By the time you're reading this, he should ha

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the most exciting new voices in fantasy fiction comes a spellbinding epic of adventure and mystery, intrigue and magic....<br><br>Eight centuries ago, the legendary Keerana Dost conquered a vast empire. Now younger nations battle for the remnants of his realm. As the turmoil spreads, princes and spies, priests and heretics are drawn into the fray. Nomad leader Rafiq Khast fights to reclaim his homeland and avenge his family honor. Princess Natalya undertakes a journey for love and finds herself standing alone against forces that could shatter her nation. And the warrior-priest Malachy Kidd, blinded in combat years before, finds himself holding the fate of the world in his hands, using his powerful battlemagicks in service to his god...protecting a figure who may be the very devil himself.

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Royal Military Seminary
Sandwycke, Bettenshire
Ilbeoria
15 Arcan 1687

As he walked through the library, hugging a bound volume of maps to his chest, Robert Drury found the stares of the other students unsettling.  He'd been much older than most when he entered Sandwycke--much bigger as well--and had even been a veteran of the Lescari War; so being stared at wasn't something he found uncommon.  Those sorts of stares had died away over his four years at the seminary, so their renewal, especially in the library and at that moment, meant only one thing.

Robin sighed.  You must have really gone and done it this time, Uriah.  He frowned and that broke off a number of stares, save the positively icy glare from Brother Lucas.  Robin offered him a weak smile, which prompted the old priest to shake his head and turn away.

Without knocking, Robin opened the door to the small study chamber he'd reserved.  A long, lanky, loose-limbed youth with a shock of red hair sat sprawled between two chairs.  He'd slumped down in one enough that his shoulder blades were pressed against the seat; the second chair served as a platform for his thighs.  Uriah held two little painted blocks of wood, one in each hand, and rammed them together, vocalizing a sound that approximated the roar of a steam cannon firing a volley.

Robin's eyes narrowed.  "Interesting exercise in tactical abstraction, Cadet Smith."

The wooden blocks flew as Uriah started, then grabbed for some portion of either chair to keep him from falling.  He failed, tipping over the chair beneath his thighs and letting the other one skid noisily to the wall.  The little blocks, painted to represent military units, danced around him as he crashed to the floor, then he looked up at Robin, anger gathering on his face.

"You scared me!"

"Uriah, you've been scaring me every single day we've been working on this project together." Robin set his book of maps down on the corner of the sand table in the center of the room.  A boxy affair, it was open at the top and filled with sand that could be shaped into the terrain of any battlefield in the world.  "I expected you to have our terrain ready."

Uriah climbed to his feet, then picked up the two wooden blocks.  He set them with others on the edge of the sand table.  "I couldn't do the terrain without those maps, could I?"

"You could have gotten started." Robin pointed to the troop designator blocks.  "After all, you weren't busy painting up the troops the way I asked you to."

Uriah shrugged.  "Why should I? Brother Lucas had them in his stores.  He looked at me funny when he handed them over, but he always looks at me funny."

Robin shook his head.  "You realize, of course, that Brother Lucas will give Captain Irons a list of the troops we requested, and that means he'll know we're doing a hypothetical for our Tactics seminar project."

"Does it matter? We're not doing a battle using his Cathedral Lancers, so he's bound to grade us down anyway."

Robin held up his hands.  "Why don't you think about what you just said while you get the terrain ready?" He opened the book of maps and held it up for Uriah to study.  "I want it exact."

"Okay." Uriah nodded, then waved the book away.

Robin raised an eyebrow.  "Study it, Uriah.  Apply yourself a bit.  'Exact' doesn't mean 'kind of close.'"

Uriah's green eyes narrowed.  "I said, Cadet Drury, I have it.  I have a facility for memorizing images, remember? That's one of the reasons I'm in your Advanced Tactics seminar even though this is only my third year here."

"Okay, do it." Robin closed the book.  "Sooner rather than later."

Uriah pretended he'd not heard that last remark.  Using a yard-long board, he smoothed the sand table's surface and leveled the sand over the table's six-foot length.  Yawning, he swept a hank of red hair back from his eyes, then dug the board in at the far end of the table.  Working the board forward and up, he heaped sand at the nearer end.  Finally, with his hands, he built up a little mound to dominate the near end.

Brushing his hands one against the other to rid them of sand, he shrugged.  "That's as close as I need for Jebel Quirana and its environs."

"I'm still waiting for exact, Uriah."

"And exact you'll get." The younger man then closed his eyes and placed his hands on two well-worn spots on the side of the table.  He whispered a prayer to Saint Jerome, the patron saint of libraries and librarians, then gave one short, crisp nod.

The spell he invoked, though common and not very powerful, still caused a bluish incandescence to pour like mist from the nimbus surrounding his hands.  It bled out to ring the table, then flowed foglike over the beige sand.  As it sank in, the light shifted the sand, pulling some parts down and pushing others up.  Where Uriah had left a rounded mound, Jebel Quirana appeared as a flat-topped mesa with its cliff sides etched in sharp relief.  The fog even formed sand into the image of the city of Helor, though the mountain dwarfed it and the scale did not allow for much complexity aside from the shape of the walls.

Robin reopened the book and stared at the map he'd shown Uriah.  Everything matched, from the broad valley that rose at the southeast end on up to where the cylindrical mountain stood with a city built at its base on the north side.  The cartography was not particularly spectacular, but the contour lines gave a good idea of the slope of the land, and Uriah had matched things perfectly.

Robin closed the book and sighed.  He knew the same spell Uriah had used, and was capable of wielding it with similar skill, but he would have had to section the table off and work on parts of it individually were he to get that sort of detail, studying the map all the while.  What he does without even breaking a sweat would take me nigh unto forever.

"Great job, Uriah." Robin shook his head.  "Given the nature of the battle we're simulating, the scale is too big to encompass the final stages of the battle--the siege of the city of Helor itself--but this will work perfectly for the preliminary stages."

"It's exact enough for you, then?"

"Definitely."

"I hope your city of Helor is up to your standards."

"My city of Helor? You're doing that map, too."

Uriah frowned.  "Why am I doing all the work?"

"Ha!" Robin blinked his eyes and stared incredulously at Uriah.  "This is the first work you've done on this project.  If you actually worked hard on it we'd have been done a month ago."

"You're forgetting who translated all those Stranan unit histories for you."

"Uriah, your mother was Stranan; you learned the language while she dandled you on her knee.  You translated those histories, but I was the guy who dug around and determined which histories you'd be working on, remember?"

The younger man nodded.  "I remember."

"Good." Robin set the map book down again.  "At least Irons won't be able to mark us off for the...

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Verlag
Bantam USA
Erscheinungsdatum
1999
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0553561138
ISBN 13 
9780553561135
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Anzahl der Seiten
528
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