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The Death of Ranat's Pass [Mathali Series #1] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Dorothy J. Heydt
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Widowed, cut off from her children, driven out of her home, Mathali must contrive somehow to gather forces to return and gain all back. But first, she had to get out of Ranat's Pass alive.
eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Marion Zimmer Bradley's Fantasy Magazine #16, 1992
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2008
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Words: 4110 Reading time: 11-16 min.
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She could hear the whisper of the sand behind her; the thing was following her, faster than she'd have thought a slug could move. The ground was growing rougher, the sand giving place to boulders; here the vanished stream had run foaming over rapids, and the Death of Ranat's Pass was gaining on her. In all this scrambling about she had not let go of Madus's shortsword. She clambered over piles of rocks, climbed onto a stone as big as a horse. She swung at the eyestalk as the thing slithered past; missed; swung again. The eyestalk fell to the sand and Mathali took advantage of the beast's few moments of agony to climb higher among the rocks. She might be safer with the thing blinded, but not by much; could it hear her, or smell her? Could it feel her footsteps through the ground?
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