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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: A rare Langford excursion into fantasy, set in a forgotten time when the world was full of true colours and the sky was dead black. Until an ambitious mage, with a scheme involving some devious doublethink, tries to change everything....

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Imagine 3, 1983
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2004

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Words: 5771
Reading time: 16-23 min.
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In those days the colours of things were close to the true colours, so few, so potent. Only the faintest blurring of shadow-grey had entered the world, or remained in the world, depending on which philosophers you chose to consult. It was a gaudy time; but in the sky there were no stars.

Thus when the local illusionists were gathered in Breck the merchant's hall for more convivial debate on illusionary power, it was hard for men of less subtle mind to insert a razor-edge of distinction between the flaming red of the spell-binder Remmiry's hair, the wine-red flicker of the open fire, or the Remmiry-hair red of the wine Breck trickled into the mugs. All verged on the one true red of those days. Through a reek of woodsmoke the same true colour sang from all three places, and from a hundred more in the crowded room.

"Show," said Sutane, at the table's foot, smoothing his robe of unloved grey. "It is time to show."

"So soon?" Remmiry rumbled, "Well, if we must. I think you only entertain us, Breck, so our efforts can entertain you."

Breck smiled, thoughts elsewhere. "You do honour to my house," he murmured insincerely, his gaze sliding again down the colourful double row of illusionists to where he had tried not to stare.