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KYRIK #1
Bluefang: Mighty Sword
Kyrik pulled Bluefang free of the scabbard. He caught their blades with a sweep of his own, said, "I don't wish to harm you. Go your way without me. I have--business--in these pits."
"Fool!" scoffed the officer, and thrust.
Kyrik met his blade with a riposte, thrust so swiftly that his point was in and out of the man's shoulder before he could return his sword to its guard position. Almost in the same moment, the barbarian whirled on the others, drove them back and back. His point was always before their eyes, the edges slashing at exposed hands or when he bent, at their knees. They began to pant, and Kyrik mocked them.
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KYRIK #2
When Kyrik--warlock warrior--finds a dying man and a bloody parchment map, he is drawn into a whirlwind of evil in which demon lords contend for all Terra. With Myrnis, his gypsy sweetheart, and the aid of the thief pack, he brings five ancient magical gifts to the land of Surrillone--where he meets betrayal by the very demon lord he has been forced to serve.
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KYRIK #3
Kyrik, the great and glorious warrior, had battled the fiercest foes imaginable, drawing on his amazing and incredible warlock powers. His tremendous gifts are put to the ultimate test as he is forced to a life and death battle with the Wizard and the Wizard's sword.
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KYRIK #4
Kyrik grinned. His blade came into the faint torchlight, and he ran to meet those men who hungered for his death. With sweeping swordblade and darting dagger, he met them.
Bluefang slashed deeply into a man's throat. His dagger rammed its blade into the belly of another. Instantly he freed both weapons, jerking them from the hot flesh in which they were buried, and again he swung and jabbed.
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KOTHAR #1
From the world beyond--or past--time Kothar comes. From out of the deepest, most violent recesses of mankind's collective memory, Kothar the gigantic barbarian strides, the enchanted sword Frostfire glittering in his mighty hand. Lusty, hot-blooded, masterful, unafraid of things real or unreal, Kothar dominates the misty, bloody world before recorded time. Yet, though Kothar's world existed in another age--perhaps another dimension--it springs vividly to life. Mapped, charted, chronicled, Kothar's fantastic world suddenly becomes real--the sorcerers, dragons, witches, evil potions, unspeakable monsters. And Kothar, an epic hero for any age, overshadows everything.
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KOTHAR #2
SACRIFICIAL MAIDEN
On the flat altar where the god Mirzran had been worshiped long ago lay the white body of a naked girl. Golden chains held her wrists, golden links her ankles . . .
She was petrified with fright--or drugs . . .
"Thy blood accepts her, dark Pult-hoom!" droned the priest . . .
Kothar stepped forward . . .
"Blasphemer!" screeched the priest.
He drew back the bowl to hurl it.
Kothar leaped. The horn bow went out, hit the bowl, tilting it as horn rang against silver. That dread fluid gushed from the bowl, splattered across the face and throat of the high priest.
His scream was shrill, agonized.
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KOTHAR #3
MIGHTY KOTHAR'S FIGHT FOR LIFE
Kothar set his bearskin cloak to wet stone and waited, grimly determined to die here in these mists with a hundred foes already dead before him. There was no escape, he knew that; he must have some rest or bleed to death. Frostfire was ready in his hand. All he wanted now was enemies to slay.
And they were coming . . . oh, yes! He could hear their voices as they advanced through the fog, calling to one another, keeping in touch.
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KOTHAR #4
BATTLECRY
The five warriors moved forward toward Kothar, separating slightly and drawing their swords. They planned to attack him from five sides at once. He had fought with such men before, and he felt no fear of their kind--only contempt.
Yet their steel could cut. He shouted to his warhorse Greyling to surge forward. To the left and right Kothar savagely laid his sword, and two men quickly went down with cloven skulls erupting blood and brains.
The grey warhorse reared high, and Kothar brought the singing blade downward through flesh and blood into the shoulder of a third man. As he pulled his red-stained steel free, the blond barbarian saw that the remaining two warriors were backing away from him, glancing at one another in amazement. . .
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KOTHAR #5
WIZARD'S REVENGE . . .
A great hand--a thing of stone and rock, hideously carved and with strange spells and incantations limned on its rock surface--reached in the opening it had made, and stabbed forward. Blunt fingers closed around the squirming, screaming necromancer.
"Dread Omorphon! Awful being of the nether hells--aid me!"
He tried to fight it, but his hands could do nothing against the solid rockout of which that other hand was formed. The fingers tightened, and now the magician began to swell curiously at chest and legs, as if other parts of his body were being forced into them by that frightful grip. His face became purple with congested blood. HIs eyes bulged hideously. A trickle of blood ran from his open mouth.
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