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drink?" he asked, keeping his voice gentle.
The spy shook his head, then amended. "W-Water, if you please." in a voice that cracked. The Warchief himself poured a goblet
and handed it to the man, who gulped thirstily, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"My thanks. Warchief." the spy said, sounding a bit calmer.
"Your news." Thrall said.
The man paled. Thrall sighed inwardly. He would never be so brutal or so foolish as to kill a messenger for bringing bad news.
Such behavior merely resulted in no one's wanting to serve as messenger. He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring fashion.
"Do not fear. Your news, good or ill, is welcome if it aids me in protecting my people." he said.
The man looked slightly less distressed. He took a deep breath.
"My lord," he said. He hesitated, then continued grimly, "The draenei have come to Azcroth."
Thrall was puzzled. He exchanged glances with Eitrigg, who shrugged.
"Some draenei have been in Azcroth for years." he said. "They are nicknamed the lost ones. We know about them. This is not
news, friend."
The man looked stricken. "You don't understand," he said, urgently. "Not those pathetic creatures
draenei! There there was ship. From the skies. It crashed like an infernal stone two nights ago."
Thrall inhaled swiftly. No one had missed seeing that strange object in the night sky. looking like a star crashing to earth. So ... it
had not been a star, nor even an infernal. It had been a vessel....
The man was still talking. "Proudmoorc has agreed to aid them. There is one among them pale, noble, his presence commanding,
though he is not physically strong. They call him Velen."
Thrall stared. The draenei? The Prophet Velen? Here?
He sank slowly in his chair as the full significance struck him.
The worst enemy the ores had ever known had come to Azcroth. Had been welcomed into the Alliance.
How could there possibly be peace between Horde and Alliance now?
"Ancestors save us," Thrall whispered.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Christie Golden is the award-winning author of twenty-eight novels and over a dozen short stories in the fields
of fantasy, science fiction, and horror. Her media tie-in works include launching the Ravcnloft line in I99I with
Vampire of the Mists, which introduced readers to clvcn vampire Jandcr Sunstar and will be reprinted in 2006. over a
dozen Star Trek novels, including Voyager fiction set after the TV scries, and the Warcrajl novel Lord of the Clans.
Original fiction includes the Dancers scries from Luna Books. On Fire's Wings, reissued in mass market paperback in
2006. and In Stone's Clasp. Readers are invited to visit her website at www.christicgoldcn.com. And yes. she docs play
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drink?" he asked, keeping his voice gentle.
The spy shook his head, then amended. "W-Water, if you please." in a voice that cracked. The Warchief himself poured a goblet
and handed it to the man, who gulped thirstily, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"My thanks. Warchief." the spy said, sounding a bit calmer.
"Your news." Thrall said.
The man paled. Thrall sighed inwardly. He would never be so brutal or so foolish as to kill a messenger for bringing bad news.
Such behavior merely resulted in no one's wanting to serve as messenger. He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring fashion.
"Do not fear. Your news, good or ill, is welcome if it aids me in protecting my people." he said.
The man looked slightly less distressed. He took a deep breath.
"My lord," he said. He hesitated, then continued grimly, "The draenei have come to Azcroth."
Thrall was puzzled. He exchanged glances with Eitrigg, who shrugged.
"Some draenei have been in Azcroth for years." he said. "They are nicknamed the lost ones. We know about them. This is not
news, friend."
The man looked stricken. "You don't understand," he said, urgently. "Not those pathetic creatures
draenei! There there was ship. From the skies. It crashed like an infernal stone two nights ago."
Thrall inhaled swiftly. No one had missed seeing that strange object in the night sky. looking like a star crashing to earth. So ... it
had not been a star, nor even an infernal. It had been a vessel....
The man was still talking. "Proudmoorc has agreed to aid them. There is one among them pale, noble, his presence commanding,
though he is not physically strong. They call him Velen."
Thrall stared. The draenei? The Prophet Velen? Here?
He sank slowly in his chair as the full significance struck him.
The worst enemy the ores had ever known had come to Azcroth. Had been welcomed into the Alliance.
How could there possibly be peace between Horde and Alliance now?
"Ancestors save us," Thrall whispered.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Christie Golden is the award-winning author of twenty-eight novels and over a dozen short stories in the fields
of fantasy, science fiction, and horror. Her media tie-in works include launching the Ravcnloft line in I99I with
Vampire of the Mists, which introduced readers to clvcn vampire Jandcr Sunstar and will be reprinted in 2006. over a
dozen Star Trek novels, including Voyager fiction set after the TV scries, and the Warcrajl novel Lord of the Clans.
Original fiction includes the Dancers scries from Luna Books. On Fire's Wings, reissued in mass market paperback in
2006. and In Stone's Clasp. Readers are invited to visit her website at www.christicgoldcn.com. And yes. she docs play
World of Warcrafi. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]