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The Death of a Legend
Book Eight of the Horseclans Series
| Lost in a strange and violent land, can Bili of Morguhn and his warriors escape a sorcerous trap?
Out of the jaws of destruction
When the Witchmen caused the earth to move and called forth the fires from the mountain's inner depths, the Moon Maidens, Ahrmehnee, and Thoheeks Bili's troops barely escaped with their lives.
Driven by the flames into territory said to be peopled by monstrous half-humans, Bili was forced to choose between braving the dangers of nature gone mad or fighting the savage natives on their own ground. But before he could decide, his troops were spotted by the beings who claimed this eerie land as their own and would use powerful spells of magic and illusion to send any intruders to their doom...
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About the Author
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Robert Adams (1932-1990) is best known as the creator of one series, The Horseclans. Heavy on the action, these tales are set in the 26th Century of immortal mutant warriors in a balkanized North America The history of the brave horse-riders grew from the first tale of Milo Morai (written by Adams while in hospital) into a vast saga. Some novels feature big cats instead of horses. Adams also edited several anthologies of note, Magic in Ithkar with Andre Norton and Barbarians with his wife, Pamela Crippen Adams, and Martin Greenberg.
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Excerpt
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"Chief Bili, Beware!"
The cat-brother’s call came only moments before a creature of ultimate terror poked its huge snout into the vale, flicking a forked tongue as long as a lance shaft before it! The scales which covered every visible inch of its thick body shone the color of blued steel. The one eye Bili could see was as big as a lancer’s targe. Thick as tree trunks were the legs thrusting out from that immense body.
Sighting the knot of horsemen, the beast began to move faster, and Bili, seeing that there was no way to retreat, urged his big black stallion forward to meet this nightmare threat. And just when it seemed to the breathless watchers that their leader would surely ride directly into those cruel, tooth-studded jaws, the black stallion came to a sudden halt. Whirling his thirteen-pound weapon round his head, Bili let go the steel shaft and sent the axe tumbling end over end, praying his aim was true—for at this distance there would be no second chance...
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