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. Or it might have been the voice of
Tanis's own dread. Gadar spun quickly, his eyes wild and filled
with hatred and thwarted purpose. White light leaped from his
fingers, deadly arrows of flame.
"Flint! Down!"
But Tanis's cry wasn't needed to send the old dwarf dodging
and scrambling for cover, dragging Riana with him. Karel slapped
his leg hard and shouted,
"Now! Up, friend, we can move!"
The mage screamed, a mountain cat's howl of rage, and turned on
Tanis and Karel. Halfway to his feet, Tanis dropped again to the
stone floor. White-hot arrows of light darted past his face, stinging
and burning, filling the air with a sulphurous, acrid stink. Out of
the corner of his eye, Tanis saw Karel bolt across the chamber to
where Daryn hung, trapped, in the enchanted circle of blood.
Daryn moaned, and Karel, crouched outside the bloody circle,
reached out his hand to his friend. He cried out in pain, flung back
by the spitting, stinging force of Gadar's magic.
Riana screamed, and Tanis leaped for the mage, caught him
around the knees and brought him crash-ihg to the floor. From
some hidden place in his sleeve, Gadar found a knife. Its cold
blade flashed once, then again in the dancing torchlight, raking
along the back of Tanis's hand.
Hardly feeling the pain, Tanis flipped the mage onto his belly
and dashed his knife hand against the floor. The steel blade hit
stone and rang loudly
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