passionate desire surged through Digan’s breast, until it ached to catch his
breath. “I shall become that
master, lady! Tell me but how!”
witch squinted up at him—one eye squeezed nearly shut, the other a bright
black bead. “I doubt you have the
stomach for it, boy. The hunger,
yes; perhaps the will…but the nerve—ah, that’s another story.”
honor was at stake now. “Set me
your test. I am not afraid! I would learn how to master the magic of the lute.”
lay a gnarled hand on his arm. The
touch sent a spark of power through him, and he shivered.
“How badly do you crave the magic, boy? What will you dare to risk…?” queried Freitanya—and her voice lost all its aged huskiness, melting into liquid silver. He stared into dark, rain-gray eyes that swallowed his soul, laying bare the darkest secrets and hidden passions of his dreams. A faint whiff of sun-warmed oranges wafted from her tumbled cloud of fine white hair. The scent seemed strangely young for one of her venerable years.
"What must I do?" he breathed.
Mordigan Bryre is a liar. It is his defining characteristic when the reader first meets him. He is also an apprentice
bard at the doorway to receiving his journeyman's papers when he is thrown out of his Guild Hall by circumstances
Look for publication of THE LUTE AND THE LIAR from NovelBooks, Inc. coming June 2002!