Glen Cook

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Glen Cook Ceremony Chapter Twenty-Nine I Marika's darkship was forty miles from TelleRai's heart when the first sword of fire smote the world. The flash blinded her briefly. There were more flashes. She did not keep count. The Mistress of the Ship had been blinded, too, and had lost control. The darkship twisted toward the ground. Marika reached with the touch. Mistress! Get hold of yourself! Her vision cleared. A quarter mile to her left Kiljar's darkship fluttered downward, too, but it stabilized soon after she spied it. Marika felt Kiljar's touch. The Redoriad second sent, What has happened? I do not know. The strange weapons you mentioned? Marika looked back to the city so recently and hastily fled. A grisly glow backlighted the snowclouds. The world within, the ghost world of the touch and dark, was filled with terror and pain, unfocused, diffuse, yet centered upon dying TelleRai. Marika sent, What should we do, Kiljar? Go on. We must go on to Ruhaack. Already the...

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