Midnight's Mask (Forgotten Realms: The Erevis Cale Trilogy, Book 3) (v. 3)
Paul S. Kemp
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The shadows deepen in every corner of the Realms.
The sun no longer shines on a man who has embraced the darkness within him.
The day's opposite finds Erevis Cale so far along the path away from his own humanity, he may never again walk as a man.
In the end, to be Chosen by a god like Mask is more curse than blessing...
nothing, merely looked out on the sea of pale faces around him. He had little in common with them anymore, if he ever had. They were human; he was a shade. He wondered if he would happen upon anyone from the Uskevren household: Tamlin, Shamur, or … Tazi. The thought summoned a pit in his stomach. He could imagine how they would look upon him now that he was … transformed. Nine Hells, even Jak sometimes looked at him with fear in his eyes. Only Varra and Magadon looked at him like he was still a
lips peeled back in a snarl and she shared a look with the other priests and the wizards. All of them visibly tensed. They had an inkling of the power of their foe and it visibly frightened them. Vhostym decided to give them another inkling. Still standing near the bottom of the stairs, he summoned arcane power, pictured Olma in his head, and softly whispered a single word of power. “Die.” In the room above, Vhostym watched through his sensor as the priestess grabbed her chest and paled. The
thought the same,” Magadon offered. Cale stared at the black, lightning-torn sky ahead and wondered if he shouldn’t have offered Talos something himself. Azriim watched the storm clouds gather. The crew watched them too and muttered nervously. Lightning veined the clouds. Thunder boomed overhead. The wind picked up, carried to them the smell of rain. Sails snapped in the rising breeze. The swells started to grow. The ship began to noticeably rise and fall in the waves. “That ain’t no natural
quiet. Now. Cale knew that light and sound traveled far across a calm sea. As though to make his point, a cheer carried across the water from the slaadi’s ship. Cale unhooked the lanterns from the prow and let them fall into the sea. Within moments, the crew had snuffed all other lights aboard Demon Binder. The ship’s forward progress stopped. Jak must have dismissed his spell and released the elementals from their service. Demon Binder bobbed in silence on a calm sea, within eyeshot of the
He took a deep draw. Exquisite. “Very good,” he said. “Where’s the leaf from?” “Around here,” the halfling said. Jak resolved to get some more as soon as possible. Meanwhile, he blew a series of smoke rings as he walked along. His comrade did the same and for a time they held an unspoken competition over who could produce the biggest ring. Jak lost, but barely. He found that he liked the halfling; he could not help it. Something about the rascal seemed so familiar and yet Jak could not