Raistlin walked across a burning desert. A line of footsteps stretched before him in the sand, and he was walking in those footsteps. On and on the footsteps led him, up and down dunes of brilliant white, blazing in the sun. He was hot and tired and terribly thirsty. His head hurt, his chest ached, and he wanted to lie down and rest. In the ( Read more... )

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow ( Read more... )

     Lord Nyax felt the distant hunger. Something wanted him
     That was all right. He wanted it, too. Anything that was so anxious for him deserved to be encountered. If it would serve him, he would command it. If it would not serve him, he would cut it into pieces.
     Either solution was just fine with him.

     Now he had a name ( Read more... )

     Now a crew of men and women, most of the same species as the tall man but some furrier or rounder, labored at the black wall ( Read more... )

     The small man had a name. It was Ryuk. He trembled in his need to discharge his duty, and his trembling made his actions awkward, uncoordinated ( Read more... )

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