Temple of the Serpent (Warhammer Novels)
C. L. Werner
After a chain of disasters, gray Seer Thanquol is accessible an opportunity to redeem himself by means of going to the island of Lustria to kill the Prophet of Sotek. Dogged through assassins and stranded in a international land of big lizards, temple towns and never-ending jungle, Thanquol needs to use all of his crafty and magic if he's to return out alive.
Blunt finish of the weapon instead of the jagged tip. chilly horror rushed via Hiltrude’s physique as she understood the skink’s goal. The lizardman desired to take Adalwolf alive, to exploit the flying steed to hold him again to the Temple of the Serpent and its ready altar! Hiltrude’s cry didn’t faze the skink because it struck out at Adalwolf with its spear, however the sound was once adequate to distract the soaring terradon that it shifted its place and foiled the lizardman’s target. The jabbing thrust of.
Whipping approximately, cracking opposed to the woman’s cheek. She crumpled to the deck, her hands clutching at her face the place the patroon’s jewelry had torn her gentle epidermis. there has been resignation, now not worry, in her expression as van Sommerhaus loomed over her and drew his hand again for an additional blow. The slap by no means struck the younger lady. Van Sommerhaus discovered his arm not able to maneuver, observed robust palms closed round his arm, crumpling the velvet fabric of his blouse. He glared into the face of the guy who.
started to murmur softly into his beard, his physique swaying a bit back and forth. The ophidian head his movement, slowly swinging from one aspect to a different. progressively, the priest started to move slowly in the direction of the snake, nonetheless swaying from side to side as he did so. The snake’s eyes by no means left Diethelm. ‘Hiltrude,’ the priest acknowledged softly. ‘Move clear of our little buddy. it truly is particularly secure, as long as you don't contact him.’ the lady quick leapt clear of the stone, clinging to Adalwolf’s facet.
Strike-kill! Lizard-meat pray to snake-devil, by no means see-smell us until eventually it truly is too late-late! ‘Kong, you're taking your war-rats and attack-kill from this side!’ Thanquol informed the hulking black skaven. ‘I take-take gutter runners and assassins. We strike-kill from different finish! No fear-fear! The Horned One will defend us!’ His underlings appeared fairly doubtful approximately that final half, yet they did imagine he may have some extent approximately taking the lizardmen without warning. Thanquol toyed with a tiny nugget of.
the most important of the watchers straightened its physique from the place it had crouched upon the damp flooring. The crest atop its reptilian head flapped open, a super flash of scarlet that contrasted with the blue-grey scales that coated its wiry physique. based on the skink’s reveal, numerous of the smaller watchers set little thimble-like contrivances over their claws. The instruments gleamed within the dim gentle like tiny stars as they slid into position over the reptilian palms, diamonds reflecting the fiery.