The Floodgate (Forgotten Realms: Counselors & Kings, Book 2)
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Others seek revenge.
The battle of Akhlaur's Swamp is over, and its heroes part ways. One becomes a wizard's apprentice and tries to unravel her mysterious lineage. Another hero returns to his queen, only to find that all is not as it was.
Hidden from them both, the Magehound broods. She cannot forgive those who drove her from power, and she will stop at nothing to be avenged. Her bitterness ensures that Akhlaur's
wizards’ aim.” “This requires good timing,” Matteo admitted, “and stray fireballs will diminish the size of the elemental.” The king nodded and touched a hand to the Globe of Elders. He gave the order, and Matteo began the count. On his mark, fireballs flashed from every skyship, from flying steeds and from wizards yet on the ground. They soared toward the elemental from every direction. When Matteo dropped his hand, the king shouted a single word. Airborne fire converged into a flaming roc. A
silk over the water. “Both spring and silk disappeared,” Matteo concluded. “Closing a magical gate requires great strength—more, I would think, than Kiva possessed at that moment. A powerful artifact might have done the job, but very few magical items could have survived the laraken’s hunger.” “A portable hole would,” Procopio said grimly. “Since the magic is focused upon the escape site rather than the silken portal, the laraken would find less nourishment in Kiva’s silken scarf than it might
There were at least four men—the two who snatched Tzigone, the leering thug, and the driver. The cart was a good size, though, and there could be many more inside. And Tzigone was alone with them. He tried not to dwell on this. Every instinct prompted him to fight his way to his friend’s side. Logic and training prevailed. He had no possibility of making a surprise attack, and he could not expect the thugs to stand patiently by as he hauled himself up into the ice wagon. His best chance of
of Water but merely moved it. This new location must be found. I have also pledged to help Tzigone find her mother, or at least to learn of her fate.” “I don’t envy you your first task, but the second should be easy enough. Kiva described Keturah as a master of evocation magic. Such wizards are well known. All you need do is ask.” “It’s more complicated than that,” Matteo admitted. “Questions could draw unwanted, even dangerous attention to Tzigone. No one else can know that she is Keturah’s
she had known all her life as her “mother’s husband.” Before she could say a word, the wizard stopped dead and stared. He quickly regained his composure and inclined his head in the bow that acknowledged a wizard of lesser experience, but greater rank. Tzigone was not sure what impressed her more: that Dhamari Exchelsor obviously recognized her as Keturah’s daughter or that he did not immediately press the matter. An effusive greeting, any sort of claim on her, would have sent her sprinting down