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Tale of The Five Vol 1 - The Door Into Fire

Tale of The Five Vol 1 - The Door Into Fire
by Diane Duane
Version 1.0
A #BW Release

Aye, night commes and Hee risith from the Flame; Lyoun and Eagle
loudlie cry His name: The Phoenix that schall spurn the shatter'd
Spere. Hys Fire shall fede upoun his darkest Fear: But nott yntil
the Starres fall owt the Skye, Dawn corns up Blue, and our Daye be
past by

—rede fragment, Healhregebocan, IV, 6-12

1

Smiths and sorcerers come both from the same nest.

Chronicle of the White Eagle, XII, 54

Herewiss sat cross-legged on the parquet floor, his back braced
against the wall, his eyes closed, and concentrated.

Part of the problem was that he couldn't stop thinking of the
thing resting across his upturned hands as a sword; a noisy
feeling of weaponness trickled through him from it. It knew that
it was a sword - that was the problem. It was good Darthene steel,
folded on itself in its forging the required sixty times, and
sealed with the Mastersmith's hallmark down on the rough tang of
the metal. It knew that it was destined to be a killing weapon, an
elegant, finely polished thing, soft of back, hard of edge, with
the Mastersmith's distinctive forging-pattern embedded like waves
in water within its silver blade. It knew what it was for —
woundings and death, the abrupt soft parting of flesh beneath its
stroke, the sudden crunch into cloven bone. The taste of pain,
like wine. It lay there across his hands, and waited to be
presented with slayings as a banqueter waits eagerly for the first
course.

No, dammit, Herewiss said to himself, and pulled away from the
perception. Sometimes I wish I weren't so sensitive. How the Dark


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can something dead know so well what it's for?— This is
ridiculous. I should be able to impose my will on a piece of
steel, for Goddess's sake. Maybe this way . . .