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. From one tiny
corner of it a beam of crimson lanced out and smote the
thing at Kolanda's breast, making it shriek and writhe.
It fought back, then, and again the span between them
was colliding energies, crimson and black with blinding
glare between.
Somewhere beyond the bridge, greater thunders
erupted. The stone bridge trembled, keened, and
swayed. Somewhere across the gorge a piece of the
mountain was falling.
"Where is the thing I want?" Kolanda shouted again,
her voice rising in anger.
"It's where you can never reach it now," Wingover
called and started forward, limping. A goblin dart
thumped into his shield, clung for an instant, and
dropped away. A pigeon egg splattered on the armor of a
goblin, then a pewter mug took the creature full in the
face. One beside it screeched as a dagger made from a
cat's tooth whistled from the kender's hoopak and lodged
in its throat.
"I've had enough of this," Kolanda Darkmoor spat.
She stooped, retrieved a set and loaded crossbow, and
trained it for an instant on Wingover. "It ends now! Cali-
ban, finish it!"
Massed darknesses welled outward, seeking Glensha-
dow. The dark magics reached out, then hesitated and
swiftly faded. The crossbow faltered as Kolanda
Darkmoor looked down at the arrow standing in her
breast, piercing the withered heart of Caliban, linking it
forever to her own heart by a common shaft of hickory
Wood
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