By Michael Moorcock
Count number Brass is the 1st novel within the The Chronicles of chateau Brass sequence by way of Michael Moorcock and that includes Duke Dorian Hawkmoon. it's a sequel to The Runestaff and is via The Champion of Garathorm. It was once initially released within the uk via Mayflower technological know-how Fiction.
The novel alternatives up 5 years after the occasions of The Runestaff. Investigating rumours that the ghost of count number Brass has again to the Kamarg, Hawkmoon discovers that unregenerate Granbretan loyalists are manipulating Time and area in an try and restoration the darkish Empire.
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Lord Verminaard had been an enormous human— standing nearly seven feet tall, big-boned, fleshy, and heavily muscled. “The mines,” suggested Grag. ” “The mines are outside the fortress walls. ” “You auraks can walk through air, or so I’ve heard,” Grag replied. ” “We walk the halls of magic, of time and space,” said Dray-yan reprovingly. “I could carry the bastard, I suppose, though he weighs a ton. Still, one must make sacrifices for the cause. I’ll dispose of him tonight. Now, tell me what’s going on in the fortress.
We have that meeting today with Elistan and the Seekers. I want you and your people to attend. ” Riverwind nodded but said nothing. “I know this is bad timing,” Tanis added ruefully. ” “From what you were saying, you have already decided we should stay,” said Riverwind. “Is that wise? ” “True,” said Tanis, “but the pass between here and Pax Tharkas is blocked by rocks and snow. The dragonarmy has better things to do than chase after us. They’re conquering nations. ” Riverwind turned his penetrating gaze full on Tanis.
The mines are outside the fortress walls. ” “You auraks can walk through air, or so I’ve heard,” Grag replied. ” “We walk the halls of magic, of time and space,” said Dray-yan reprovingly. “I could carry the bastard, I suppose, though he weighs a ton. Still, one must make sacrifices for the cause. I’ll dispose of him tonight. Now, tell me what’s going on in the fortress. ” “No,” said Grag, adding bluntly, “and they won’t be. Both Pyros and Flamestrike are dead. The fool dragons killed each other.