Thraxas and the Sorcerers
Chapter One
Turai is in the grip of one of the fiercest winters in memory. Ice lies in thick sheets over the frozen streets.
Snow falls incessantly from the grey sky. The vicious north wind whips it through the alleyways, where it comes to rest
in huge banks deep enough to bury a man. The citizens groan in frozen misery and the church sends up prayers for
relief. The poor huddle miserably in their slums while the wealthy hide behind the walls of their mansions. In the
taverns, great log fires struggle to keep the cruel weather at bay. Deep inside the imperial palace, the King's
Sorcerers expend their powers in keeping the Royal family warm. Winter in Turai is hell.
Three hours before dawn, the snow is falling heavily and the wind is howling. No creature dares show its face. The
beggars, whores, dogs, dwa addicts, thieves and drunks that normally infest the streets have vanished. Even the
lunatics have better sense than to invite death in the appalling cold. No one is outside. No one would be so foolish.
Except for me. I'm Thraxas the Investigator. In the course of my work, I often do foolish thi ... read full excerpt from Thraxas and the Sorcerers ebook
