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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Tarma was the sole survivor of her clan, bound on a fatal quest for vengeance, when she encountered the sorceress Kethry. Could the two of them do together what neither could do alone?

eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Sword & Sorceress 3, 1986
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2006

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Mercedes Lackey's Vows and Honor Series

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Words: 9570
Reading time: 27-38 min.
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"I found myself glued to the page. Strong action, a compelling likable character, believable swordplay and genuinely convincing magic--an unbeatable combination."--Marion Zimmer Bradley

"It won't work, you know." the stranger said very softly, in a pleasant, musical alto. "You won't gain anything by a frontal assault but your own death."

Fear laid an icy hand on Tarma's throat; to cover her fear she snarled, "How do you know what I plan? Who are you?"

"Lower your voice. Sworn One." the sorceress took a seat next to Tarma, uninvited. "Anyone with the Talent and the wish to do so can read your thoughts. Your foes number among them a sorcerer; I know he is responsible for the deaths of many a sentry that would have warned their victims in time to defend themselves. Rest assured that if I can read your intentions, he will be able to do the same, should he cast his mind in this direction. I want to help you. My name is Kethry."

"Why help me?" Tarma asked bluntly, knowing that by giving her name the sorceress had given Tarma a measure of power over her.

Kethry stirred, bringing her face fully into the light of the fire. Tarma saw then that the woman was younger than she had first judged; they were almost of an age. The sorceress was almost doll-like in her prettiness. But Tarma had also seen the way she moved, like a wary predator; and the too-wise expression in those emerald eyes sat ill with the softness of the face. Her robe was worn to shabbiness, and though clean, was travel-stained. Whatever else this woman was, she was not overly concerned with material wealth. That in itself was a good sign to Tarma--since the only real wealth in this town was to be had by serving with the brigands.

But why did she wear a sword?