The Warlock in Spite of Himself
Christopher Stasheff
Language: English
Pages: 0
ISBN: 0980167124
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Welcome to Gramarye where witches, warlocks, elves, and gnomes are real; where a spoiled girl-queen and an army of teenage witches and ragtag beggars battle an overwhelming force of rebel knights and time-travelling anarchists, for the future of the most unique, and perhaps most important, planet in the galaxy.
This is what cynical, hard-bitten intergalactic spy Rod Gallowglass faces when he and his robot horse Fess, try to bring peace and democracy to this magic-ridden Renaissance-age society. Rod s mission is threatened at every turn by anarchists, communists, and double-dealing royalists playing vicious political power games. Things are made even worse when Rod's advanced technology gets him labeled a warlock in spite of his constant denials. Help comes from the most unexpected sources when he meets an ancient ghost, the King of the Elves, and the most powerful witch on the planet.
This is sword-and-sorcery with a witty, edgy, wry twist.
The classic science fantasy novel by Christopher Stasheff comes to life in 11 hours of dramatic audio, featuring well-known narrator Dennis Regan, and a full cast.
This is an mp3 DVD.
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later. What mattered now was that skullduggery was afoot, and it sat next to the Lord Loguire its name was Durer. And his top-priority goal was Catharine's death. The castle loomed up black against the sky as Rod rode back, but the drawbridge and portcullis were a blaze of torchlight. Fess's hooves thudded hollow on the drawbridge. A blob of shadow detached itself from the larger shadow of the gate, a shadow that reached up to clamp a hand on Rod's shin. 'Hold, Rod Gallowglass 1' Rod
doesn't it?' 'Well...' 'Right. So. They mentioned a Queen. Therefore, the government is a monarchy, as we suspected. Tb1s teenage in-group referred to themselves as a coven therefore they consider themselves witches.... Considering their form of locomotion, I'm inclined to agree. But...' He left the but hanging for a few minutes. Fess pricked up his ears. 'They also spoke of telling the Queen. Therefore, they must have access to the royal ear. What's this, Fess? Royal approval of witchcraft?'
spurred the big bay; it speeded a little, and passed Rod. Rod followed him, listening to the drum of hooves from Tom's mount behind him. 'Believe me, my lord, there is no need for-' 'Time enough to talk later,' Rod growled. 'We're leaving a trail as clear as Polaris. We've got to get far enough away fast enough so it won't matter if they follow us.' Gwendylon sighed. 'Look behind you, my lord.' Rod turned, and saw a crowd, of at least a hundred elves lined along their trail with miniature
the party. Fess, follow that bird! Fess? Fess!' The horse stood stiff-legged, head swinging between the fetlocks. Oh, well, it had been a strain on Rod's neurology, too. He slapped at the reset button. They rode the moon down, slowing to a trot after the first half-hour. Loguire was slumped in his saddle, almost too exhausted to stay on his horse, by the time the air freshened with dawn. Rod, frankly, wasn't in much better shape. He reined in beside the Duke. 'There're haystacks in that
there was only one way to wipe that smug smile off her face. Big Tom chose just that moment to call, 'Master! The sun has set, and we must away.' Rod let go of Gwen with a disgusted growl. 'That boy has definitely the greatest sense of timing . - .' He started puffing up his hose. 'Up and away, my dear!' 'Must we, lord?' she said, pouting. 'We must,' he answered. 'Duty calls - or at least Big Tom. Onward for the glory of France I or something like that. - - Two nights of pushing the pace,
