A Kingdom Besieged. Raymond E. Feist
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RAYMOND E. FEIST
A KINGDOM BESIEGED
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Source ISBN: 9780007264766
Ebook Edition © SEPTEMBER 2014 ISBN: 9780007290178
Version: 2014-09-19
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CONTENTS
THE SKIES SHRIEKED.
Overhead, a storm of black energies shot out tendrils that reached forth and attached themselves to the first structure they encountered. The sound generated was almost as terrifying as the sight of everything they touched collapsing into rubble.
The inhabitants of the city fled in abject terror, ignoring the plight of others, even family or close friends. Above the onrushing tide of darkness loomed a figure, a thing of such massive size and monstrosity that it lay beyond comprehension.
The remaining King’s Guardians did what they could to oppose the Darkness: but there was little they could achieve against such madness. A female fled through the streets amidst the trampling throng. Fearful of what she might see, she chanced a quick glance behind her and clutched her child to her chest.
Other city residents huddled in doorways, given over to despair, waiting the inevitability of their own destruction, clinging weeping to one another, or staring towards the Centre, whence the Darkness was coming.
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