by A J Dalton
Mordius shared in the ribald humour and then wondered out loud. ‘You don’t suppose the temple of Cognis have a library, do you? They must have! Otherwise, they’d lose a lot of their knowledge. There must be magical almanacs and old religious tracts. Oh yes, I think I’m going to enjoy this.’
Saltar nodded. ‘That’s good. Anything you can find might save us from ever having to go to the brink of destruction again. Oh, and if you come across anything about my previous life… or lives maybe… I would of course be interested.’
Mordius became suddenly pensive. ‘How is it that things ever got so bad? I can remember most of it, but I’m hazy on a few of the things at the end. Was it a madness that overcame the whole of mankind? Is it something in us that is wrong? Is there some evil, some essential flaw or seed of destruction within us? Are we doomed forever to fight against it? What do you think, Saltar?’
‘Mordius, I don’t know. I am content just to be a man. That has more meaning than any of us has yet been able to fathom, I think.’
‘Perhaps you’re right. And perhaps we’ll know for sure one day. Perhaps not. Ah, well! More wine? We might have to call for more. I think we’re running out.’
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Here ends Book One of the Flesh and Bone Trilogy.
The trilogy continues with Book Two:
Necromancer’s Betrayal
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