Gryphon in Glory (Witch World: The Gryphon Saga) (Del Rey Books)

By Andre Norton

Unrest fills the Dales as Joisan units out from her safe haven to find her husband, Kerovan, visiting on a mystery undertaking within the Waste the place the evil powers of the darkish threaten on each hand. significant other to the sooner e-book, The Crystal Gryphon.

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I gulped, and inspite of my efforts to grasp my starting to be terror (for in my brain shaped the image of a large scaled factor crawling in the course of the dark), I closed my eyes. yet i couldn't shut my ears—or my nostril. there has been different lifestyles the following now—rustling. The scent was once such to make me gasp and choke as I had whilst the soil had closed on me. I felt a tugging at my wrists, my ankles. there have been arms (or have been they paws? ) fumbling approximately my physique. i used to be firmly grasped by way of a couple of such—what, I dared no longer open my eyes and take a look at to work out. They raised me. Then i used to be being carried via a passage so slim that every now and then my physique brushed partitions on each side, continuously bringing a rain of airborne dirt and dust and clods down upon me. whereas that bad foul smell by no means ceased to attack my nostril. i feel that once or more I misplaced attention solely and maybe that can have lasted for it slow. Then i used to be dropped with strength adequate to rouse ache from many bruises—and left to myself. I grew to become dully acutely aware that now there have been now not bonds to carry me. Slowly I opened my eyes. The foul odor used to be nonetheless robust. purely the rustling had ceased, nor did I feel any of my captors within reach. It used to be nonetheless darkish, a thick darkish, damaged basically by means of the gleam of the gryphon. I had misplaced my helm, my hair had fallen approximately my shoulders and was once raveled with earth, bitter smelling and sticky. I moved my palms carefully, part waiting for to be rushed through these whose prisoner i used to be. My sword used to be additionally long past, as was once my belt knife and dart gun. it seems that my captors well-known the probability these guns provided and had sturdy purposes to be cautious. I nonetheless wore my mail and the remainder of my garments used to be intact. Wincing on the soreness of my many bruises, I levered myself up, relocating with nice wariness seeing that i couldn't inform how huge used to be where during which I lay. I part feared i'd strike my exposed head opposed to a roof. As I sat so, my palms out on each side to help me, turning my head very slowly to look fruitlessly into the darkish, I won the impact that, faraway from now being in a tunnel akin to the only I had past been dragged via, i used to be in a hole of a few measurement, possibly a cavern. I endured to hear and so turned conscious of a valid, which my still-dulled senses eventually pointed out because the drip of water. the instant i assumed of water my dust-filled throat grew to become a torment. i didn't try to get farther up than on my palms and knees. in truth even that a lot attempt made my head whirl just like the churning earth that had introduced me the following. So I crawled a bit at a time, looking the resource of the sound. It used to be ordinarily by way of a stroke of fortune that i discovered it, because the glow of the gryphon was once so faint and that i couldn't also be definite i used to be on track. One hand, edging ahead for the subsequent increase to my painful trip, plunged down in liquid so chilly it introduced a pointy gasp from me. The gryphon, dangling ahead, confirmed the dim outlines of a small basin or hole, possibly worn so by means of a while of such dripping. The drops themselves fell from someplace overhead to splash right into a seize pool, which i'll have lined with my misplaced cloak.

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