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  He’s a strange Man.

  He was cold. Familiar. He pretended like I should know him. And he liked to play games it seemed.

  So, I played along. “Hmmm … So, you have me. And I guess you went to all this trouble so I could play a game with you? What did you have in mind? Unhitch me—fiend—and we can play all the games you like. You look like you might be really good at painting eggs or something.”

  “Heh. Heh. Also a fast tongue, haven’t you Dragon,” he said. “Generally fast. You’ll find out how fast you really are, soon.”

  He seemed to know me, and I wasn’t without my enemies. After all, I’d been roaming Nalzambor for over 100 years. I’d crossed paths with many Men once or twice. But the Clerics of Barnabus? I had no friends among them. I was getting antsy though. Where were Brenwar, Shum, Bayzog and Sasha? Had I surrendered for nothing? Should I have fought to the end?

  “You seem bitter,” I said. “Perhaps it’s that ugly face of—umph!”

  He slugged a mallet-like fist into my belly.

  I grimaced and groaned.

  “You always talked too much. Never shut up. And all the women seemed to love your meaningless words,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “And don’t forget my hair,” I said. “They love the hair just as mu—oomph!

  My eyes watered. I had that coming. Well, from evil anyway. I knew the Clerics of Barnabus hated me. Hunted me. But what grudge did this Man have with me?

  Smoke steamed out of my nose.

  Kryzak stepped aside.

  Two Gnolls walked over and set down two Man-sized mirrors in iron frames in front of me.

  I finally caught my breath. “I appreciate it, but I can’t reach my comb at the moment,” I said. “And why two? I don’t need to remind myself I look twice as good as any of you.”

  Kryzak stood off to the side with his thick forearms crossed over his chest. “Just keep watching,” he said. He made a cup with his hands that quickly filled with rain water. “During the long rainfalls the deepest tunnels quickly fill with water. If one’s not careful, one might drown. Lots of bones down there to be found when it dries out.”

  My heart skipped a beat.

  Colors shimmered in the mirrors and images formed.

  Shum and Brenwar were in one mirror. Bayzog and Sasha in the other. Water was pouring around them. Rising over their waists. They were chained to something. Soaked. Eyes darting up and down. Sasha was yelling or screaming, but I couldn’t hear a thing.

  “What are you doing?” I yelled. “You said you would free them!”

  “And I will. Free them from life that is,” he said. “But, Dragon, there is hope. You’re fast, remember? You can do things most men can’t do. Can’t you?”

  I fought my restraints.

  Kryzak laughed. “Save your energy. I’m going to allow you to save one a pair of them, assuming you can find them inside these caves. But who do you save? Who is closest? I am confident you’ll find one pair, but I’m not so sure about the other. Then again, they all might just die if you’re not careful.”

  “I’ll make you pay for this!” I yelled. “I’ll kill you if anything happens to them!”

  I was coming unloosed. My temper unhitched. I didn’t know what to do. I needed to think. Concentrate. Settle down.

  “No doubt you’ll try, Hot Head,” he said, moving away. “But you better save your efforts for what awaits. Plenty of obstacles will be in your path. It will be interesting to see how you handle them, Dragon.”

  “Why! Why are you doing this! Why take my friends?”

  “Good for evil, evil for good. That’s the way it is in this world.” He turned and started walking away. “Your bonds will fade soon. When they do I’ll be long gone. See you around, Nath Dragon.” He stopped and turned. “Next time I see you, I’m sure you’ll have more wonderful stories to tell. It’s always fun to talk about the dead.”

  About the Author

  Craig Halloran resides with his family outside of his hometown of Charleston, West Virginia. When he isn’t entertaining mankind, he is seeking adventure, working out, or watching sports. To learn more about him, go to: www.thedarkslayer.com

  Other works by the author

  The Darkslayer: Wrath of the Royals (Book 1)

  The Darkslayer: Blades in the Night (Book 2)

  The Darkslayer: Underling Revenge (Book 3)

  The Darkslayer: Danger and the Druid (Book 4)

  The Darkslayer: Outrage in the Outlands (Book 5)

  The Darkslayer: Chaos at the Castle (Book 6)

  The Chronicles of Dragon: The Hero, The Sword and The Dragons (Book 1)

  The Chronicles of Dragon: Dragon Bones and Tombstones (Book 2)

  The Chronicles of Dragon: Terror at the Temple (Book 3)

  Zombie Day Care: Impact Series: Book 1

  Zombie Rehab: Impact Series: Book 2

  Jerk of All Trades: It’s not him; it’s them

  In the works by the author

  The Chronicles of Dragon (Book 5)

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  Table of Contents

  Clutch of the Cleric

  Clutch of the Cleric

  PRELUDE

  PRELUDE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2