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Eighteen

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Twenty

Epilogue

About The Author




LEGACY
OF
BLOOD


One


The skull gave them a lopsided grin, as if cheerfully inviting the trio to join it for all eternity.

тАЬLooks like weтАЩre not the first,тАЭ Sadun Tryst murmured. The scarred, sinewy fighter tapped the skull with
one edge of his knife, causing the fleshless watcher to wobble. Behind the macabre sight, they could just
make out the spike that had pierced their predecessorтАЩs head, leaving him dangling until time had let all
but the skull drop to the floor in a confused heap.

тАЬDid you think we would be?тАЭ whispered the tall, cowled figure. If Sadun had a lean, almost acrobatic
look to his build, Fauztin seemed nearly cadaverous. The Vizjerei sorcerer moved almost like a phantom
as he, too, touched the skull, this time with one gloved finger. тАЬNo sorcery here, though. Only crude but
sufficient mechanics. Nothing to fear.тАЭ
тАЬUnless itтАЩs your head on the next pole.тАЭ

The Vizjerei tugged at his thin, gray goatee. His slightly slanted eyes closed once as if in
acknowledgment to his partnerтАЩs last statement. Whereas Sadun had a countenance more akin to an
untrustworthy weaselтАФand sometimes the personality to matchтАФFauztin reminded some of a withered
cat. His nub of a nose, constantly twitching, and the whiskers hanging underneath that nose only added to
the illusion.

Neither had ever had a reputation for purity, but Norrec Vizharan would have trusted either with his

lifeтАФand had several times over. As he joined them, the veteran warrior peered ahead, to where a vast
darkness hinted of some major chamber. Thus far, they had explored seven different levels in all and
found them curiously devoid of all but the most primitive traps.

They had also found them devoid of any treasure whatsoever, a tremendous disappointment to the tiny
party.