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Book Information:
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Author: Michael A. Stackpole
Name: Fortress Draconis
Series: DragonCrown Saga 2
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THE NORRINGTON PROPHECY
A Norrington to lead them, Immortal, washed in fire Victorious, from sea to ice.
Power of the north he will shatter,
A scourge he will kill,
Then Vorquellyn will redeem.




Will shivered in the wet and rain, but clenched his jaw so his teeth would not chatter. The drops came
down big and fat; colder, too, than he expected even so late in summer. They splashed against the tiled
roof, spattering him and pockmarking the shifting surface of the puddles down on the street. The
threadbare scrap of a blanket beneath which he huddled shielded him from their buffets, but let their cold
soak straight into him.
The youth had no question that being elsewhere would be preferableтАФcertainly warmer, if nothing
elseтАФbut he refused to move on. Though he risked catching his death of cold by remaining, running away
would kill him as well. I do this, and everything will be okay again.
He raised the blanket a mite and shook his head, letting water spray off his long brown hair. Leaning
his head to the right, he let some water drip out of his ear and listened. The drumming of the raindrops hid
most all sounds, but little bits of laughter drifted up from the public houseтАЩs common room down on the
ground level. He shifted slightly to his right, making no more noise than a squab might scrabbling for dry
amid the roofтАЩs red tiles. Peering down from the roofтАЩs ridge, he could no longer see yellow light peeking
out from behind the attic roomтАЩs shuttered window.
Will couldnтАЩt help but let a smile blossom on his face. тАШBout damned time. Throwing off the blanket,
he began to unwind the knotted rope from around his waist. As he coiled it on the roof, he nodded
slowly and whispered to himself.
Damn the Vorks,
Damn their eyes.
Let them drink,
 IтАЩll have their prize.