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629 pages, Paperback
First published July 5, 1995
'"Sing well and fly high, and may nothing and no-one tear your feet from the path of the Star Dance again."'
'The circular pool contained no water; instead, to all intents and purposes, it contained the universe. The real one, not the faint shadow that lights the night sky. Stars reeled and danced, Suns chased each other across galaxies, moons dipped and swayed through planetary systems, luminous comets threaded their mysterious paths through the cosmos. The sounds of vast interstellar winds roared out into the chamber and a luminous deep blue light pulsed through the Star Gate. It's depths stretched into infinity.'
“There is worse,” Priam whispered, and Axis felt a finger of ice trace through his bowels.
“But that’s not all.” Priam’s voice dropped to a whisper and his face blanched to a sickly yellow.
“They stole my mother!” he screamed, his eyes wild, his hand still half-raised.
“At least Rivkah loved and respected my father enough not to betray him,” Axis said quietly, his eyes blazing fiercely as they locked with Borneheld’s. “Would that your father had received such love and respect from our mother.”
“By Artor!” snarled Roland, stepping between the two men, his massive flesh quivering with anger. “Is it not enough that we face this peril from the northern wastes? How can we face outside dangers when we tear ourselves to pieces within?”
He turned to Borneheld and abruptly slapped him across the face, sending droplets of blood scattering across the floor. “Is this how a WarLord acts in the heat of battle? What will you do when your foes taunt you across the battlefield, if this is how you react in the King’s Privy Council?”
“Timozel, will you be my friend?” it simpered.
“There is a winter ahead such as I think we cannot imagine, but remember that spring always follows.”