Green fire and acrid smoke fanned the ruins of the city all around him as he held the Spear of Lug, with its blazing runes, aloft. His mind was filled with foreboding at the imminent approach of the Legun incarnate. No! Not that! He was missing something here. Something Milish had said to him – s...
Mo looked up at it with round eyes. Alan took them as close to the slope as the small lane would allow, then killed the engine, enabling them to alight from the truck and stand gazing close-up at the mountain that had called them, swathed as it now appeared in the heather ...
The deliberate time wasting of King Zelnesakkk in arriving at any kind of decision with regard to Garg assistance was becoming increasingly stressful for Alan. And Qwenqwo appeared to be feeling the frustration even more than he was. ‘Wars,’ he laughed, ‘are said to be won or lost on the preparat...