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Crystal Sorcerers
Book 2 in the Crystal Warriors series.
By William R. Forstchen and Greg Morrison



Crystal Sorcerers
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18
Epilogue

Prologue
The battlefield was deathly still. Overhead, the twin moons of Haven cast an eerie glow over the
shattered remains of thousands who had struggled beneath the walls of Landra. The city was still ablaze,
casting a flickering glow through the fog that seemed to rise ghostlike across the blood-soaked fields. The
low cries of the wounded still echoed in the night air, whispering for help, water, or an end to their
agonies. Like apparitions, numbed survivors searched the fields, looking for comrades, loved ones,
hoping against hope.

The mist swirled and eddied, cloaking the fields before Landra where but hours before the armies of
Sarnak had gone down to their ruin. Gradually it deepened, as if the earth wished to hide the brutal
inhumanity of what had been accomplished, all for the vain-gloried dreams of a demigod who was now a
hunted fugitive, his armies dead or scattered. In the drifting shroud of darkness, two forms clad in the
livery of Allic, Prince and defender of Landra, appeared hovering in the air, looking furtively about, then
floated on searching. More than one, still clinging to life, looked up to see the two sorcerers drift by. Yet
the cries for help were futile, for the two were not searching for lost friends.

"There's one of Sarnak's sorcerers over there," Giorgini whispered.

"You check him out and I'll check out this one over here," commanded Younger.

Giorgini flew low, drifting in the mist to avoid detection. A cold shiver was running through him. Hours
ago he had felt at least that he was part of a team, fighting alongside his old comrades. Granted, he felt his
commander, Mark Phillips, was a fool for trusting the Japanese, but he had always despised officers who
were always ordering him around--and Mark, who led by example, was nothing like that. Already
Giorgini was wishing he had not sided with Younger in the argument over command. If only he had kept
his damn mouth shut he'd be back in the city now, a warm meal inside him and with a place to sleep.
Instead he was skulking about like a thief, hoping to find and loot a set of crystals.

The damn crystals--he had never thought of that when he had quit Allic's service. He had not stopped to
realize that he would be stripped of his offensive and defensive crystal weapons. Without them he was
next to naked on this world.

Still not adapted to flying without the focusing of a crystal's power, he overshot the torn body of the
sorcerer and fell to his knees. Cursing under his breath, Giorgini walked back to the corpse.
Jackpot! The woman had not been stripped of her weapons. Sitting down by her side, he quickly undid
the bracelets around her arms and snapped them on to his own wrists, not looking at the horrible searing
wound that had nearly torn her in half. He paused for a moment to look at her drawn, gray features