By Mary Kirchoff
The identify Guerrand DiThon has been cursed through his kinfolk because the day he disappeaered. while a mysterious plague moves their beleaguered village, Guerrand's identify is invoked back -- because the explanation for the disaster.
Bram DiThon, Guerrand's nephew, is extra like his uncle than the family members might care to confess. a talented herbalist, Bram has unknowingly became his talents towards magic. it really is to Bram the villagers flip while the plague adjustments their eyes to onyx, their limbs to snakes, and their flesh to stone.
Unable to forestall the unexplainable deaths, Bram units out to discover his lacking uncle. He learns that Guerrand is the excessive Defender of Bastion, the final stronghold prior to the misplaced fort. yet to find him, Bram has unwittingly given an evil mage -- as soon as Guerrand's buddy, now his archenemy -- the major to smash the 3 orders of sorcery.
The Medusa Plague is the second one within the Defenders of Magic Trilogy, a chain through Dragonlance saga writer Mary Kirchoff that might probe for the 1st time the various secrets and techniques of sorcery on the planet of Krynn.
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Kirah shrugged on her dirt-stiffened clothing—old hose and the skinny shift Deeander had given her—then gnawed off a small piece of hardtack and gulped a few soured milk sooner than skipping down the steps to the bakery. She bypassed the open entrance door and took the alleyway to prevent the shoppers. meager, half-filled sacks of flooring spelt flour have been propped opposed to the again door, left by means of Wilton Sivesten, the miller’s son. typically, the bakery could obtain 5 occasions that quantity on a daily basis, however the mill had slowed its construction significantly because the loss of life of the miller. Frankly, there have been some distance fewer humans within the village to shop for the bakery’s items, besides. Kirah requested herself why she will be feeling so gentle of middle whilst issues in Thonvil appeared their grimmest. She didn’t need to glance a ways for the reply. Lyim. He had miraculously arrived in her lifestyles for the second one time, bringing wish. as soon as Kirah had had an unending volume of wish. wish and dependable brothers. yet first Quinn left, then Guerrand, taking with him the final of her wish. All she’d had left used to be trust in herself. Even that had proved inadequate in Gwynned. As traditional, Kirah became her brain clear of that unspeakable time. there has been whatever friendly to think about now. Lyim cared sufficient approximately her to commute some distance with the medication. She nonetheless had trouble believing Guerrand had prompted this plague, yet the place used to be he, if he used to be so blameless? Kirah stepped into the stone-block baking room and looped a large, white apron approximately two times approximately her slender waist. She didn’t stay up for Deeander to inform her the day’s tasks—they seldom various. in addition to, the baker’s widow used to be unquestionably busy within the lounge, promoting the final of yesterday’s yield. First, Kirah stoked the 2 brick ovens, raking out the ashes to organize the recent flooring for the loaves she could organize subsequent. while she used to be happy with the extent of warmth, Kirah went to the lengthy marble baking desk and punctiliously diminished the cloth-covered bowl of fermented bread starter from a excessive shelf. She tossed a wood scoopful of the goopy, sour-smelling stuff into an incredible blending bowl. To that she additional coarse, brown spelt from one of many new sacks (there used to be not anyone who may well manage to pay for high quality white loaves, no matter if they can get the flour), a pinch of sea salt, and a wide ladleful of hot good water from the cauldron that usually hung above the fireplace pit. Kirah combined it round along with her naked arms, squeezing the concoction among her palms. subsequent got here her favourite half. Sprinkling the marble desk with a frugal quantity of flour, she flung the stringy mix onto it, driven her sleeves previous her elbows, then started to furiously knead the dough. It was once the colour of coarse, undyed cotton, with darkish flecks of brown. Kirah counted to 3 hundred whereas she driven and prodded the stuff round the desk. whilst she was once finally chuffed with the smooth suppose of it, Kirah chopped the dough into thirds with a pointy knife. Fashioning every one right into a completely around ball, she positioned them one, , 3 at the flat shovel finish of a protracted, wood peel and lightly diminished them upon the new oven ground.