Epic Heroic Fantasy - Book 9 in the "Realms of Kyre" Series - Adam's Landing

Bedlamic chaos burst around him as the grey stillness  failed again… then he was out of it. Fast movement for a moment, then normal screaming sounds and the world moving as speedily as he was; almost falling; too weak; legs gone, exhausted; bleeding like a throated pigra.

Yes, there, a storehouse near the troop assembly point. Also soon blazing Guards around it standing baffled and almost unmoving. ‘Frugg this’s frightening – flames and sheer heat everyfrugginwhere, soldiers running, swinging weapons, shouting in pain or orders – they could hit anybody, anything, me.’

Blasts rocking the air, sending equipment and people flying into the sky, across the crowded camp… a fire paste wad thrown into the officers’ tent. Maybe there’ll be some vital documents there, even if here aren’t any officers.

It was unreal, not proper people, not men and women who felt pain and fear and wishes and love. It was something that was happening around him; nothing to do with Kyre. Mere chance that he was in the middle of it.

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