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WEIS, MARGARET & PERRIN, DON
The Doom Brigade
Book 1 of The Chaos War Series

Table of Contents
* Chapter аа1аааааааааааааааChapter аа2аааааааааааааааChapter аа3
* Chapter аа4аааааааааааааааChapter аа5аааааааааааааааChapter аа6
* Chapter аа7аааааааааааааааChapter аа8аааааааааааааааChapter аа9
* Chapter 10аааааааааааааааChapter 11аааааааааааааааChapter 12
* Chapter 13аааааааааааааааChapter 14аааааааааааааааChapter 15
* Chapter 16аааааааааааааааChapter 17аааааааааааааааChapter 18
* Chapter 19аааааааааааааааChapter 20аааааааааааааааChapter 21
* Chapter 22аааааааааааааааChapter 23аааааааааааааааChapter 24
* Chapter 25аааааааааааааааChapter 26аааааааааааааааChapter 27
* Chapter 28аааааааааааааааChapter 29аааааааааааааааChapter 30
* Chapter 31аааааааааааааааChapter 32аааааааааааааааChapter 33
* Chapter 34аааааааааааааааChapter 35аааааааааааааааChapter 36
* Chapter 37аааааааааааааааChapter 38аааааааааааааааChapter 39
* Chapter 40аааааааааааааааChapter 41аааааааааааааааChapter 42
* Chapter 43аааааааааааааааAbout the Authors
Dedicated proudly to the Canadian Corps of Land Electrical & Mechanical Engineers


"There's a problem, sir." The Baaz was apologetic. "The dwarves have locked the doors to the shed and are threatening to dump their brew before they'll hand it over to us, sir."
"By the Dark Queen's heart!" Kang swore, shocked. "Are they serious?"
"We have to assume that they are, sir." The draconian looked worried, as well he might.
Kang raced off to assess the situation. When he arrived, the draconians were hissing and howling and clashing their swords against their breastplates. At the dire threat to dump the spirits, the draconians were near to forgetting their orders against bloodshed.

Chapter One


"Stand to!"
Kang was on his feet, his clawed hands groping through the darkness of his cabin for his armor before he was fully awake or cognizant of what was going on.
"Blasted elves! Damn pointy-ears. Why in the Abyss can't they let a fella get some sleep?"
He found his breastplate, wrestled with it briefly, and finally managed to sling one strap over his scaled arm. The other strap remained elusive, and Kang, cursing it soundly, ignored it. Clasping the breastplate to his chest with his arm, he searched for the door, and stumbled into a chair.
A trumpet sounded the alarm off-key. More shouts came from outside, answered by hoarse yells of defiance. Kang gave the chair a kick that slivered it and once again tried to find the door.
"Foppy elves," he muttered again, but that didn't
seem quite right.
A sober part of him, a part of him that had not been drinking dwarf spirits last nightЧa party-pooping, stern task-master, who generally hovered near Kang's shoulder, watching the other parts of him enjoying themselves with a disapproving glowerЧnagged at him again.
Something about dwarves. Not elves.
Kang flung open the door to his cabin. The breathlessly hot morning air hit him a good sock in the face. The sky was gray with the dawning rays of the sun, though that light had not yet penetrated to the cabins and huts sheltered beneath the pine trees. Kang blinked, shook his head muzzily, tried to disperse the dwarf spirits fouling his brain. Reaching out, he collared the first draconian who came into sight.
"What the hell's going on?" Kang bellowed. "Is it the Golden General?"
The draconian stared, lost in such amazement that he forgot to salute. "Golden General? Begging your pardon, sir, but we haven't fought the Golden General in twenty-five years! It's them pesky dwarves, sir. On a raiding party. I expect they're after the sheep, sir."
Kang let his breastplate slip down over his chest while he considered this extraordinary news. Dwarves. Sheep. Raiding party. The part of him that knew what was going on was really incensed. If he could onlyЧ
"Good morning, sir!" came a damnably cheery voice.
Water, icy water, splashed into Kang's face.
He gave a roar and emerged, scales clicking with the shock, but now relatively sober and aware of what was happening.
"Let me help you with that, sir," said the same cheery voice.
Slith, Kang's second-in-command, had hold of the breastplate and was looping the strap around his commander's arm, buckling it securely beneath Kang's left wing.
"Dwarves again, huh?" Kang said.