Rides A Dread Legion. Raymond E. Feist

Rides A Dread Legion - Raymond E. Feist


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       Copyright

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      Copyright © Raymond E. Feist 2009

      Cover illustration © Nik Keevil

      Raymond E. Feist asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

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      Source ISBN: 9780007264681

       Ebook Edition © MARCH 2009 ISBN: 9780007310296

       Version 2015-01-30

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Chapter Five: Exodus

       Chapter Six: Premonition

       Chapter Seven: Prophesy

       Chapter Eight: Demon Master

       Chapter Nine: Warning

       Chapter Ten: Threat

       Chapter Eleven: Upheaval

       Chapter Twelve: Survival

       Chapter Thirteen: Conclave

       Chapter Fourteen: Bargains

       Chapter Fifteen: Plotting

       Chapter Sixteen: Allies

       Chapter Seventeen: Determination

       Chapter Eighteen: Exploration

       Chapter Nineteen: Onslaught

       Epilogue: Epitaph

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       Continue the Adventure …

       About the Author

       Also by the Author

       About the Publisher

       • CHAPTER ONE •

       Warlock

      THE DEMON HOWLED ITS OUTRAGE.

      Amirantha, Warlock of the Satumbria, reeled backwards from the unexpected explosion of mystic energy hurled at him. Had his protective wards not been firmly established, he would have died instantly. The demon responsible was powerful enough to force through the barrier and slam the magic user hard against the cave wall behind him. The blow Amirantha took on the back of the head was going to raise a nasty bump.

      Demons always carried a large amount of mystic energies, enough to destroy any unprepared mortal standing nearby as the monsters entered this plane of reality. It was one of the reasons for erecting wards, beyond merely confining the demon to a specific location. This one had arrived with a much more impressive explosion than the Warlock anticipated, and had surprised him.

      Amirantha incanted a single word, a collection of otherwise meaningless syllables that together formed a key, a word of power that activated a much more complicated enchantment; a trick taught to him years before that had often meant the difference between controlling a summoned demon effectively and dismemberment at its hands. The word strengthened the ward spell that now confined the creature.

      Amirantha regained his feet as the demon continued to howl at discovering itself summoned and confined. Experience had taught the Warlock that demons rarely objected to being summoned as they found this world easy to plunder, but they hated being trapped and controlled. Their hate was the one thing that made Amirantha’s area of study problematic; his subjects kept trying to kill him.

      He took a deep breath to calm himself and studied the enraged conjuration. The demon was not a type he recognized, though obviously a battle demon of some sort. Amirantha knew more about demons and their nature than any mortal on Midkemia, but still possessed only a tenth of the understanding he wished for. This specimen was new to him. He did not have exhaustive knowledge of every demon in the Fifth Circle, but he recognized its basic type: massive upper torso, roughly human in design, with a bull’s head, or at least something that resembled a bovine; long, forward-arching horns, giving weight to its minotaur-like appearance. As he began to conjure a spell designed to immobilize any demon, Amirantha wondered if such a monster had been the basis for the ancient myth of the Minotaur.

      Its legs were almost goat-like, but there anything remotely familiar about the creature ended. Its body was


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