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"You lead? Me advise?" It was too much. Darll shook
his head and walked away, swearing, laughing, and
muttering.
"What's he upset about?" Jarek asked. "He fought all
right."
"You all fought wonderfully," Rhael said firmly.
"You're our heroes." She kissed Graym again, then walked
swiftly back through the pass toward Graveside.
"Heroes?" the Wolf brothers said at once, and laughed.
Graym said gruffly, "There've been worse."
Darll looked back up the road toward Graveside, at the
retreating Rhael. "Lucky for them they found us, in fact."
Graym grinned at the others. "Best thing that could
have happened, really."
Suddenly he was back at the cart, tugging on one of the
shafts. Darll joined him. "Right, then. Let's get back."
Graym pointed at the remaining barrel of ale. "Skull-Splitter
all around, when we get there, on the house."
It was a surprisingly fast trip.
INTO SHADOW, INTO LIGHT
RICHARD A. KNAAK
The knight stalked across the hellish landscape, sword in hand. The
fog failed to conceal the desolation around him. Gnarled trees and
churned dirt were sights all too familiar after so long. His world, his
cursed world, was always much the same: dry, crackling soil, no sun, no
shadows, no refuge, no life, just endless devastation . . . and
somewhere in the fog, those who ever hunted him.
The fever burned, but, as always, he forced himself to
withstand the pain. Sweat poured down his face, trickling
into his armor
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