Rides a Dread Legion: Book One of the Demonwar Saga
Raymond E. Feist
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The remnants of the Clan of the Seven Stars are returning to their long abandoned homeworld . . . but not as friends. The elves, led by the conjurer Laromendis, flee the relentless demon hordes sweeping through their galaxy—and the conquest of war-weary Midkemia is the Clan's sole hope for survival . . . if the Dread Legion does not pursue them through the rift.
The magician Pug knows what horrors will surely follow the elven invasion, for slaughter alone will sate Demon King Maarg's minions. For the death tide to be turned, Midkemia's constant defender must somehow unite bitter foes and vengeful former lovers—because failure to do so will mean annihilation.
to remain silent. Kaspar said, “I don’t care how many times I do that, I’ll never find the experience pleasant.” Miranda smiled slightly. “It is, however, efficient.” Kaspar glanced at her and smiled back. “This is true.” Sandreena looked around, to see if there was any sign remaining of the Black Caps. All appeared quiet. She relaxed and considered this undertaking. She was pleased the Father-Bishop was with them, for while he had never been a warrior like the Knight-Adamants of her Order,
back, seeking enough room from potential attackers so that Miranda could transport them away. Across the sea of writhing bodies and smoking chaos, Belasco rose to his feet and shouted, “No you don’t!” He reached back and flung his arm forward, as if throwing a rock, and they all saw a flaming ball of orange ripping toward them. It was Creegan who reacted first, throwing up a mystic barrier that caused the flames to spread up and around the intended targets. It was still hot, and Jommy yelped as
some truth to it. “I spent most of my time with the humans, for it is easier to gull them. The humans thrive, so many of them. In some ways they are like us, but they are inferior, like the other short-lived races. And like the others, they breed like mice. They are everywhere. So I disguised myself as one and lived among them for months. What they know of our people borders on myth and legend, or, at the very best, rumor. “I traveled from where I appeared across one of their larger nations,
silent until Amirantha lifted the spell. A powerful magician would be silenced only for a minute or two. A more powerful magician would shrug the spell off with little effort. This demon was an unknown quantity. Amirantha began the spell of banishment and was halfway through the incantation when the demon again found his voice, resuming his own incantation. “Bloody hell,” muttered Brandos, as he darted forward, starting a slow looping overhand blow at the demon’s head, then, at the last moment,
slaughtered our mother for the sheer fun of it.” Brandos had heard the story before, but shook his head as he always did. Seeing the gesture, Pug gave the old fighter a quizzical look. “Just, well, it’s an interesting family.” Magnus was forced to chuckle and decided he liked the old fighter. Amirantha looked slightly annoyed, but remained calm as he said, “I am not my brothers.” “Apparently,” said Pug. “Had you been like Sidi, I doubt you’d have come looking for someone in authority to