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- Herausgeber: StreetLib
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
A young knight is entrusted by the elders of his order with his first mission in the far eastern counties.
A slave prisoner in the Tower of Wizards risks his life to regain his freedom. Two parallel and distant lives are linked by an invisible thread that leads from the distant city of Dervil to the shores of the great Lake Niniel.
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Daniele Pezzano
PROLOGUE
This book is the first translated part of my first novel "IL FANTASMA DI DERVIL". I've decided to split it up in more parts, because the translation process is a long process, and I Hope you'll enjoy it.
I don't want to talk to much in this prologue, that's why I would just invite you to take a look at my facebook page before leaving you to the reading.
https://www.facebook.com/EbooksDanielePezzano
THE WIZARDS' TOWER
Dampness, that slimy humidity that implacably seeps into the bones through any clothing was the first thing perceived when entering the dungeons of the great tower of wizards, the "Shannan-dôm", "the tower of the mind". Many rumours circulated about The Tower, as the citizens of Therion called it. Someone claimed that some parts were older than the royal palace and that the dank, dark dungeons had been dug by sorcerers, several centuries before the last great war. The Tower featured an octagonal plan and eight metres was the size of each side, reaching a height of almost thirty metres. Ancient magic gave its opalescent stones, though eroded by time, an incomparable smoothness. All around, a ring-shaped inner courtyard of over thirty hectares. Magicians were able to get all the food they needed and even to sell some to the merchants having the permission to pass the northern gate once a week. This little trade allowed them to pay their monthly taxes to the King, an absolute condition for their presence to be tolerated in the city. In fact, the reality they had to deal with on a daily basis was that of being confined inside their own tower: the four entrances were permanently guarded by garrisons of about ten Knights of the Rose. Many city guards took over the outer walls day and night: nothing was to go unnoticed and the magicians were not allowed to leave without the King's permission. Only a few of them knew the tower rose as high up as it rooted deep down: the dungeons had been enlarged over time and were now the size of the courtyard. Many cells were built down there and all were equally cold and bare; one was close to anunderground canal. A frozen grasp all around the body: this was the feeling experienced by those who crossed the threshold of that very room, but those few square meters were the borders of the private world of Brother Xavier, a novice of the cult of Gheltyas.
