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PROPHECY


MASQUERADE CYCLE Х BOOK III

Vance Moore

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Vance Moore

Chapter 1

"Where in the nine hells is everyone?" Haddad
muttered as the small group of men and wagons tramped
through the night. "Are we lost again?" His feet disturbed a
mound of stones collected at the bottom of the crumbling
hillside. The land seemed dead. Successive seasons of cold
and heat had shattered rock and piled scree everywhere.
The road was deep and cut wide, but the rock faces
sloughed debris every day and covered the road or ate at its
base. It was too cold for insects, and the column of
marching men cut sharp shadows in the moonlight. Within
hours the sun would rise and sear everything. It was a land
of no good seasons.

"Quiet, Haddad!" Natal murmured. "I'm sure the
sergeant knows where he's going." Natal stamped his feet to
warm them in the night air. "Anyway, the last thing he
wants to hear is you."

Both men were soldiers in the Jamuraan Kipamu League
of Annies. The League had been named after Lord Kipamu,
a legendary figure who was credited with many important
military victories on the old-time frontiers of Jamuraa.
Dead for centuries, if not millennia, the lord's name still
commanded respect all over the continent.

Haddad nodded and shivered as he hugged his coat
more tightly. He was wearing most of the clothing he
owned. Haddad tried to tuck his hands into his sleeves but
flailed his arms for balance on the uncertain footing. The
noise of others stumbling over rock was overpowered by the

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