The Crystal Mountain: Empyrean Odyssey, Book III (The Empryean Odyssey)
Thomas M. Reid
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What could bring heaven to the depths of hell?
Aliisza betrayed her lover, her mentor, and her son in order to try to stop the dark plot to kill the goddess Mystra. She failed. Now the goddess is dead, magic is malfunctioning, and Aliisza and her companions are trapped. Her only hope of escape lies is in convincing the angels and demons she just betrayed to trust her and work together--before they kill each other.
The Crystal Mountain is the climax to an epic tale of Realms-shaking events. A must-have for any true Forgotten Realms® fan.
she thought. Just kill me. Finish it! But Zasian did not. At her vehemence, his eyes grew wide and he retreated from her, staggering a bit and falling on his side. “I … I’m sorry,” he said. “What did I do?” His gaze did not convey the cunning of the priest she remembered. A mixture of innocence and confusion filled his eyes. Aliisza stared at the man. You take me for a fool? she thought. What did you do, indeed! But his troubled, blinking expression never changed, never gave any hint of
countless levels towering overhead. The glow she had seen before emanated from within, shining out through windows and doorways scattered all across the imposing structure’s surfaces. Oshiga led her to a large portal made from a matching pair of shells. It fanned open like the angel’s own wings and covered the entrance. The twin valves parted before the archon, and Eirwyn followed him into a long hallway beyond. The shells sealed themselves shut once they had passed them, leaving both standing
twisted centaur, but with draconic, rather than equine, qualities. The abomination that had been Micus and Myshik staggered forward another step, two human and two draconic legs struggling to work in concert. The thing spun in place as Micus stared down at himself, his mouth agape and his eyes haunted. Two sets of wings, one pair bluish and leathery, the other covered in pure white feathers, fluttered against his flanks. One moment they folded tightly against the horror’s body, the next they
clenched her eyes shut in joy. She felt herself crying as she hugged her old companion and occasional lover tightly. “It is you,” she said. “Thank the Abyss.” “I’d rather not,” Pharaun replied. “It would be quite the good thing if I never heard mention of it again, in fact.” Aliisza almost laughed. We did it, she thought. We managed to bring him back. For a moment, she just sat there and hugged the man. It’s really him. Then a quiet cough from Tauran reminded her of the dire circumstances
knee to Tyr afterward?” “Eirwyn, I—” Garin began, but the elder angel cut him off. “Or is it, perhaps, a more base prejudice, born of the fact that I chose the wrong deity to follow in the first place? Am I guilty merely by association?” Garin remained silent. Instead, his eyes widened as he peered at something over her shoulder, in the courtyard beyond their crude shelter. Eirwyn spun, expecting to see more of the armored knights rising from the grave, ready to do battle with the intruders