Feathered Dragon (Forgotten Realms: Maztica, Book 3)
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Completes the "Wideacre" trilogy. This book tells of Meridon and her sister Dandy who wake to find themselves gypsies in 18th century England. However, Meridon does not feel she belongs there. She can remember a life as the daughter of a rich landowner and she feels a pull to her home.
of Captain-General Cordell and his Golden Legion. When Cordell had won the ultimate victory against the scimitar-waving horde of the pirate lord, Akbet-Khrul, Don Vaez’s rival had been assured the place of highest honor before the Council of Amn. For the suddenly unemployed Don Vaez, there had been a lady—a very wealthy, albeit very married, lady. Yet somehow her favor had carried him to the council again, now that Cordell had apparently disappeared and, the don hoped, betrayed his employers.
marched on, until a watcher on the rim of the valley could have seen only a huge, monolithic form, moving into the remote wastes of the desert, like a towering, sheer-sloped mountain. A mountain that walked. * * * * * “Forward, beasts of the crimson hand!” Hoxitl urged his minions into a lumbering advance. Earlier, while darkness still shrouded the desert, the ogres had stalked through the camp, kicking and cursing their charges awake. Now the ranks of orcs stood armed and restless, ready to
could only wait for an attack, or dawn, whichever came first. “With the favor of the gods …” he repeated after Chical and Grimes had left. Could they ask for that much anymore? * * * * * The eagle perched on the platform atop the pyramid. His bright eyes glittered as he looked at the humans and the dwarf who climbed to meet him. The companions gasped for air under the strain of the long climb, while the drop to the highest terrace of the pyramid fell dizzyingly away below. Each flight of
Beside Hal, Storm reared back, neighing, her eyes rolled high into their sockets. “Wait!” said the woman quickly, steadying Jhatli with a hand on his arm. “See? They do not attack.” Indeed the shades seemed to linger at the very fringe of their vision, dancing in a somber cadence as they slowly circled the companions. They could have been human in shape, Hal thought, or nearly anything else about the size of a man. They closed in then, waving and swirling. Halloran saw tendrils of darkness
agitation. Quickly the humans melted back into the woods, following the winding trail that allowed them to make rapid progress. Gultec, who went last, retreated away just ahead of the leading ant, before turning to launch another missile. This arrow caromed off the creature’s tough-skinned head, however, and the Jaguar Knight sprinted for his life. Ten minutes later, the men paused in a grassy glade to catch their breath. The ants would reach them soon, but experience had taught them that they