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Cold Spell [MultiFormat]
eBook by Elisabeth Waters
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Eirthe was very annoyed when an evil wizard placed a cold curse on her. Not only did it interfere with her candlemaking business, but it really upset her pet salamander.
eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Magic in Ithkar, 1985
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2006
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [181 KB], eReader (PDB) [27 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [14 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [13 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [32 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [84 KB], hiebook (KML) [74 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [32 KB], iSilo (PDB) [11 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [15 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [11 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [23 KB]
Words: 4226
Reading time: 12-16 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Garak drew himself up to his full height, which was about the same as Eirthe's, and began to chant in some unknown language while waving his hands about in what were presumably magical gestures. Eirthe continued to dip tapers with a steady rhythm, but several passers-by stopped to stare.
Suddenly she heard a warning hiss from the fire where Alnath watched. Sneaking a glance out of the corner of her eye at Garak, she saw him shiver, as if a wind passed through him from head to feet. What's wrong? she thought at Alnath.
Alnath's reply formed in her head. He's invoking Thotharn--and the god is answering. Alnath sounded uneasy, and Eirthe, remembering the stories she had heard of this alien god, did not feel able to offer any reassurance.
But why should the god answer him? Eirthe protested. He's not a priest.
Maybe he's a tool. But Thotharn is definitely with him. Alnath paused, listening. He's putting a cold curse on you, saying that your candles will never burn, your fire will go out.... The fire went out, and Alnath's scream split Eirthe's head apart as she blacked out.
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