Alan Dean Foster - Catechist 3 - A Triumph Of Souls

VIP免费

2024-12-08 0 0 584.4KB 255 页 5.9玖币

侵权投诉

A Triumph of Souls: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 3

Time Warner, Inc.

www.iPublish.com

NOTICE: This work is copyrighted. It is licensed only for use by the original purchaser. Making copies of this work or

distributing it to any unauthorized person by any means, including without limit email, floppy disk, file transfer, paper

print out, or any other method constitutes a violation of International copyright law and subjects the violator to severe

fines or imprisonment.

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...20Catechist%2003%20-%20A%20Triumph%20Of%20Souls.htm (1 of 255)19-2-2006 17:08:14

A Triumph of Souls: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 3

A TRIUMPH of SOULS

Journeys of the Catechist, Book 3

Alan Dean Foster

iPUBLISH.com

at Time Warner Books

Warner Books/Aspect

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...20Catechist%2003%20-%20A%20Triumph%20Of%20Souls.htm (2 of 255)19-2-2006 17:08:14

A Triumph of Souls: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 3

PRAISE FORA TRIUMPH OF SOULS

“As might be expected of Foster, the tale is well constructed and the protagonist most sympathetic....

Recalls Patricia Wrede’s The Enchanted Forest Chronicles.”

—Booklist

“Foster’s conclusion brings Etjole’s odyssey to a surprising conclusion and provides a fitting end to a

distinctive picaresque saga.”

—Library Journal

... AND THE JOURNEYS OF THE CATECHIST

“Inventive and packed with flavorsome incident.”

—Kirkus Reviews

“This is Foster at his best, thoughtful and fun.”

—Booklist

“Top-drawer Foster, featuring a fast-paced mix of wry humor, high fantasy, and amazing new places and

creatures.”

—Publishers Weekly

“Combines the flexibility of a picaresque adventure with the simplicity of a folktale.”

—Library Journal

“Etjole’s quest is reminiscent ofThe Odyssey .”

—VOYA

SPECIAL FOR THIS EDITION!

An Excerpt from Alan Dean Foster’s Newest Novel,

Kingdoms of Light

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...20Catechist%2003%20-%20A%20Triumph%20Of%20Souls.htm (3 of 255)19-2-2006 17:08:14

A Triumph of Souls: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 3

Also by Alan Dean Foster

The Journeys of the Catechist Series:

Carnivores of Light and Darkness

Into the Thinking Kingdoms

The Dig

Available from Warner Aspect

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...20Catechist%2003%20-%20A%20Triumph%20Of%20Souls.htm (4 of 255)19-2-2006 17:08:14

A Triumph of Souls: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 3

ALAN DEAN FOSTER

Journeys of the Catechist • Book 3

A TRIUMPH

of SOULS

ASPECT

WARNER BOOKS

A Time Warner Company

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...20Catechist%2003%20-%20A%20Triumph%20Of%20Souls.htm (5 of 255)19-2-2006 17:08:14

A Triumph of Souls: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 3

may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage

and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may

quote brief passages in a review.

Aspect® name and logo are registered trademarks of Warner Books, Inc.

For information address Warner Books, 1271 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020.

A Time Warner Company

A hardcover edition of this book was published in 2000 by Warner Books.

First eBook edition: February 2001

Visit our Web site at www.iPublish.com

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...20Catechist%2003%20-%20A%20Triumph%20Of%20Souls.htm (6 of 255)19-2-2006 17:08:14

A Triumph of Souls: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 3

For my nephew, Joshua Francis Carroll

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...20Catechist%2003%20-%20A%20Triumph%20Of%20Souls.htm (7 of 255)19-2-2006 17:08:14

A Triumph of Souls: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 3

“He is coming. And he is not alone.”

So spake the Worm.

It had started out to be a better day. Waking after a passable night’s rest in a less discontented mood than

usual, Hymneth the Possessed had chosen to dress in armor and accoutrements that were celebratory

instead of intimidating. Gold-trimmed leggings tucked tightly into high boots of dark-crimson embossed

leather. Scarlet armor covered him from head to thigh, and rubies so red they were almost black studded

the gloves that encased his bare hands. Instead of horns, the high-ridged crimson helmet with its

rearward-sweeping feathered crest gave him the appearance of some great and noble raptor diving to

Earth.

Eyeing the result in the narrow floor-to-ceiling mirror at the far end of his dressing chamber, he found

that he was well pleased with the effect. Today he would inspire only awe among his servitors and

subjects, and leave terror in the closet.

At his high-pitched, intricate call, the twin eromakadi ceased their hunting of small bright things beneath

the massive bed and came to heel. Intricately filigreed satin cape swirling behind him, he exited the

sleeping chamber in a flurry of gold and crimson and made his way downstairs.

As usual, he ate alone, attended only by silent servants desperate to be free of his company but unable to

show their true feelings. Their frozen smiles and polite inquiries after his health fooled him for not a

minute. Their fear was as plain to hear in their voices as if they had been bound and bleeding in his

presence. The slight tremolo at the end of every sentence, the swift darting of eyes whenever they

thought he was not looking, the infinitesimal quiver of lower lips: Their emotions were as blatantly

obvious to him as bulging eyes and hacking sobs.

He ignored it all, pretending to be taken in by the pitiful subterfuges as they served him. These were the

best of the best, the few who could survive in his service without going mad or begging for dismissal. It

made no sense. Was he not a kind and even generous master? Other nobles of wealth and power

regularly beat their staff. Still others paid only a pittance for services rendered. In contrast to this, he was

tolerant of oversights and paid well. And, in addition, there was the prestige that went with working in

the house of the master of Ehl-Larimar. He could not understand why his people were not content.

Yes, it was necessary occasionally to discipline a menial for a job overlooked or poorly done. Yes, his

methods for doing so were undeniably—well, different. As in everything, he prized efficiency above all.

Why it should matter to people if a miscreant was crippled or given the face of a bat or frog instead of

simply being broken on the rack or blinded in the traditional manner he could not understand. Was it not

better to have the teeth of a rat than none at all? Sometimes he felt he would never understand the

reasoning of the common man.

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...20Catechist%2003%20-%20A%20Triumph%20Of%20Souls.htm (8 of 255)19-2-2006 17:08:14

A Triumph of Souls: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 3

Of the gustatory delights that burdened the dining table he normally would consume only a small

amount. The remainder of the pancakes, eggs, meats, breads, jams, butters, fruits, cereals, juices, and

cold drinks would be divided among his kitchen staff. He grunted to himself as he ate, passing food and

liquid through the lower opening in the crimson helmet. They might tremble too badly to eat in his

presence, but he knew that once he was done the food would vanish rapidly into hungry mouths. Which

was well enough. Let them serve him. Love he would find elsewhere.

Love he sought, actually, in only one place.

Lifting his gaze to the stairway that entered the dining chamber from the left, he tried to imagine her

descending to join him. Did his best to envision the fluid succession of perfect curves and contours

concealed by clinging ripples of satin and silk, the hair like ribbons of night draped across bare

shoulders that put the finest ivory to shame, and the eyes that were like sapphires. Eyes that he would

have given half a world to have focused on him.

He imagined her approaching, not walking but flowing like mercury across the floor, weight shifting

sensuously with each step, lips of blood-red brighter than his armor parting slightly as she raised one

delicate hand to place it on his shoulder and whisper in the voice that turned men’s legs to jelly and set

their groins ablaze, “Good morning, My Lord.”

Little enough, he agonized inside, to want. Little enough. Yet even now, after all this time, the best he

could hope for was that she would not curse him aloud in his presence. She would eat later, he knew. In

her room, or after members of the entourage he had assigned to her had assured her he had left to attend

to matters of state. He possessed no more of her presence than he did of her passion.

Suddenly the morning no longer seemed so propitious. The food curdled in his mouth. Angrily, he

pushed his plate away, and the two servitors attending him twitched visibly. Neither man ran, however.

They knew all too well the fate of those who had fled the presence of the Possessed without first being

properly dismissed.

Leaning back in the high, sculpted chair of carmine cobal, he rested his armored chin against one

massive fist and brooded. After several minutes, the two servants exchanged a glance. The one who had

lost the wordless debate took a step forward. His voice was deferential and suffered from only a slight

quavering.

“Lord, if you are finished, should we clear away the dishes?”

He waved an indifferent hand. “Yes, yes, take it away. Take it all away!”

Bowing obsequiously and repeatedly, the man and his companion began to remove the masses of food

and flatware. Hymneth sulked in his chair, contemplating aspects of life and death to which most living

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...20Catechist%2003%20-%20A%20Triumph%20Of%20Souls.htm (9 of 255)19-2-2006 17:08:14

A Triumph of Souls: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 3

creatures were not privy, until a loud crash penetrated his pondering and brought his head around.

The second servant, a well-built and comely youth of some twenty and four years, was kneeling over the

fragments of a shattered enameled tray. Muffins and sweet rolls, breads and breakfast cakes were still

rolling away in several directions. From his crouch, he looked up to see the helmeted head staring down

at him. The look on his face was one of sheer paralyzed terror.

“L-lord, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I—I will pay for it.” Hastily, he began sweeping the larger fragments

into a pile, not caring if he cut himself on the fractured ceramic.

“Pay for it? It would take six months of your wages, lackey. I wouldn’t think of taking that from you. It

would be cruel. In the absence of your salary I am sure you have loved ones who would go hungry.

Besides, it’s only a plate. In this castle there are hundreds of plates.”

“Yes—yes, Lord.” Some of the terror drained from the man’s face. He swept faster, trying to gather up

every last shard and white splinter.

“However,” Hymneth continued, “while I could care less about a plate, you broke something else.

Something much more valuable.”

“Something else, Lord?” The attendant looked around helplessly, seeing nothing but broken crockery

and spilled baked goods. Next to him, the other servant was already backing away, straining desperately

to make himself invisible, discorporeal, nonexistent.

“Yes.” The Possessed sat up straighter in his grand chair. “My train of thought. And that I cannot abide.”

One huge, powerful arm rose slowly.

“No, Lord, please!”

The other attendant turned away and wrapped his arms around his head so he would not be able to see

what was coming. A twitch of sickly green leaped from Hymneth’s armored hand, writhing and coiling

like a giant heartworm. It struck the kneeling servant on the back of his neck. Instantly his entire body

arched rearward as if struck by a heavy hammer. With a muffled scream he snapped forward to lie prone

on the floor, arms outstretched to both sides, unconscious.

Wearied by this constant need to discipline his staff, Hymneth slumped back into his chair and waved

diffidently. “Take him out of here. Then come back and clean up the rest of this mess.”

Shaking violently, the other servant slowly removed his hands from around his head and straightened.

When he saw the figure of his friend lying on the floor, he screamed. It caught halfway in his throat,

broken by the realization that the noise might offend the looming figure seated at the head of the table.

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20krui...0Catechist%2003%20-%20A%20Triumph%20Of%20Souls.htm (10 of 255)19-2-2006 17:08:14

文档加载中……请稍候！
如果长时间未打开，您也可以点击刷新试试。

下载文档到电脑，查找使用更方便

5.9 玖币 0人已下载

立即下载 VIP免费下载

摘要：

ATriumphofSouls:JourneysoftheCatechist,Book3TimeWarner,Inc.www.iPublish.comCopyright©2000byThranx,Inc.NOTICE:Thisworkiscopyrighted.Itislicensedonlyforusebytheoriginalpurchaser.Makingcopiesofthisworkordistributingittoanyunauthorizedpersonbyanymeans,includingwithoutlimitemail,floppydisk,filetransfer...

展开>> 收起<<

Alan Dean Foster - Catechist 3 - A Triumph Of Souls.pdf

共255页,预览13页

还剩页未读，继续阅读

声明：本站为文档C2C交易模式，即用户上传的文档直接被用户下载，本站只是中间服务平台，本站所有文档下载所得的收益归上传人(含作者)所有。玖贝云文库仅提供信息存储空间，仅对用户上传内容的表现方式做保护处理，对上载内容本身不做任何修改或编辑。若文档所含内容侵犯了您的版权或隐私，请立即通知玖贝云文库，我们立即给予删除！

Alan Dean Foster - Catechist 3 - A Triumph Of Souls

相关推荐

开通VIP享超值会员特权

作者详情

相关内容

热门标签

举报选择: