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Vai Dom [Darkover series] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Diana L. Paxson
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eBook Category: Fantasy/Science Fiction
eBook Description: How did a colony founded by citizens of a technological, democratic society so quickly became, on Darkover, medieval and feudal?
eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: The Keeper's Price, 1980
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2007
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [183 KB], eReader (PDB) [31 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [17 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [17 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [58 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [89 KB], hiebook (KML) [65 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [50 KB], iSilo (PDB) [14 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [18 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [44 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [28 KB]
Words: 5190
Reading time: 14-20 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
 
Silently the funeral guests raised their pewter mugs to the empty chair at the head of the long table, drained them, and set them down. Darriel di Asturien swallowed the last of his mead, fighting the sourness in his stomach and the distraction of the visions that flickered behind his eyes. He tensed as his sister Kierestelli began to refill the mugs. He was the eldest child. In a moment he must begin the toasts to his father's memory. He could not give way to the old sickness now!
There would be many pledges made tonight, draining the mead casks as if the storeroom held dozens more. But perhaps it was a fair exchange. Where the casks had lain, Darriel's father rested now, held incorrupt by the cold. They would bury him when spring came. If spring came....
Darriel covered his eyes, trying to visualize springtime, to see the slopes leading up to the plateau azure with flowers. But his mind betrayed him with the heady scent of kireseth; colors swirled before him, blue changing to the crimson stain of his father's blood upon the snow.
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