Chronicles of the Black Gate, Tome 2: The Black Shriving
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- Phil Tucker (Écrivain)
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CHAPTER ONE
Audsley stepped through the Lunar Portal and stumbled with a gasp into darkness. On his shoulder, Aedelbert hissed in alarm, rearing up and flaring his wings as Audsley tripped and fell, cracking down onto both knees and sending old bones skittering away from him across a smooth black floor. Heart pounding, he fought the urge to scream. The room into which he'd emerged was vast, with ebon pillars broader than the biggest trees rising up to disappear into the gloom high overhead. A faint mist hovered a few feet over the ground, obscuring much, though from where he knelt Audsley could make out the hunched forms of what looked like countless bodies spreading away from him into the distance.
"Where are we?" he breathed, and then yelped as Tiron strode through the Portal right behind him, sword in fist. Scurrying aside, he placed his back to the pillar in which their Portal was embedded, and then started and turned to gaze up the pillar's length. It was composed of Portals, its surface covered in dead archways that spiraled around the column like some ghastly impersonation of a water twister. Audsley's mind spun. There had to be at least fifty, perhaps a hundred Lunar Portals embedded in this sole pillar. He turned, wide-eyed, heart pounding, to the vastness of the room. Ten, maybe fifteen other cyclopean pillars stood around him. A thousand Gates?
"Audsley?" Tiron's voice was a harsh grate. "Where are we?"
The three guards stepped in after Tiron, shuffling their feet as they came through, eyes wide, swords gripped in both hands. They clustered by the Portal, which flickered once and then went dead moments after the final man had stepped through.
We're trapped here, thought Audsley, climbing to his feet. That Portal won't open for a month. "I don't know, exactly," he said, ignoring Tiron's wild glare. "I don't - I've never heard of anything like this. Look. Countless Portals." He moved to study the one they'd stepped through. "And completely unlike any design I've seen. These runes up top..." He peered up at the Portal's apex, where three sigils were deeply inscribed into the black stone. "What language is this?"
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Their lives hang by the slimmest of threads...
If Magister Audsley can but divine the lost secrets of the Sin Casters, if Asho and Kethe can wrest the truth behind the existence of the second Black Gate, and if Lady Kyferin and Ser Tiron can forge a tenuous alliance with their most hated of enemies, they may just have a chance of surviving the oncoming darkness...
THE BLACK SHRIVING continues the action-packed new epic fantasy series, following on from THE PATH OF FLAMES - an adrenaline-fuelled debut of sin casting mages, heresy, and cold-blooded betrayal in a land where the deepest buried secrets are finally resurfacing to destroy the world.
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