Dark Vengeance
“—saying of the priests of Thorar “Sister,” Jalandral Evendoom purred, “I’ve been hunting you for a long time.”
Taerune stared at him, her mouth dropping open in astonishment.
Jalandral?
Here?
In this small, damp cavern so close to the Blindingbright, the realm of the Hairy Ones?
Her brother took a slow, smiling step toward her. Behind him, Old Bloodblade stepped silently out of a dark side-cleft, sword and dagger raised.
Tall, dark, and lithe, Jalandral smiled confidently, a smile that told all eyes he knew he was as deadly, fearless, and handsome as Olone ever made any Niflghar rampant. His sword looked as long and whisper-sharp as he did.
To any eye, Taerune and Jalandral Evendoom looked like blood-kin; she was as tall as he, and—even in her weariness—every whit as fluid in her movements. Yet her left forearm ended not in an elegant long-fingered hand, but in a wickedly curved sword blade. Her other hand was now moving along her belt, seeking a dagger.
Jalandral’s smile widened, and... grew wry.MoreLess
Taerune stared at him, her mouth dropping open in astonishment.
Jalandral?
Here?
In this small, damp cavern so close to the Blindingbright, the realm of the Hairy Ones?
Her brother took a slow, smiling step toward her. Behind him, Old Bloodblade stepped silently out of a dark side-cleft, sword and dagger raised.
Tall, dark, and lithe, Jalandral smiled confidently, a smile that told all eyes he knew he was as deadly, fearless, and handsome as Olone ever made any Niflghar rampant. His sword looked as long and whisper-sharp as he did.
To any eye, Taerune and Jalandral Evendoom looked like blood-kin; she was as tall as he, and—even in her weariness—every whit as fluid in her movements. Yet her left forearm ended not in an elegant long-fingered hand, but in a wickedly curved sword blade. Her other hand was now moving along her belt, seeking a dagger.
Jalandral’s smile widened, and... grew wry.MoreLess
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