By Michael Moorcock
The earth has grown outdated, her landscapes mellow, her humans misplaced in abrooding dream. it truly is an age of old towns, clinical sorcery, crystal machines, nice flying engines with mechanical wings. And the armies of the darkish Empire are relentlessly taking on the once-peaceful urban states, ravaging and destroying as they develop, mile by means of brutal mile ...The darkish Empire has humiliated and multilated Dorian Hawkmoon, however it can't rob him of his eating passions: his love for Yisselda of Brass and his hatred of her ruthless suitor Meliadus. yet earlier than he can defy the darkish Empire and win the beauteous Yisselda, he needs to search the Runestaff, a quest that might ship him into barbaric ask yourself and perverse evil ...and provided that he succeeds will her steer clear of the doom of the entire global ...
Contains The Jewel within the cranium, The Mad God's Amulet, The Sword of the sunrise and The Runestaff.
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Whereas Hawkmoon embraced Yisselda, the warrior started to circulation, his large physique crossing the corridor and getting into the darkness the place lay the physique of Stalnikov, the Mad God. "Oh, Dorian, i can't inform you the horrors i've been via those earlier months. Captured by means of this staff and that, touring for 1000s of miles. i don't even comprehend the place this hellish position is. i've got no reminiscence of modern days, store for a faint remembrance of a few nightmare the place I struggled with myself opposed to a wish to slay you. . . . " Hawkmoon hugged her to him. "A nightmare was once all it used to be. Come, we are going to depart. we are going to go back to the Kamarg and protection. inform me, what has develop into of your father and the others? " Her eyes widened. "Did you no longer recognize? I had idea you again there first earlier than coming to hunt me. " "I have heard not anything yet rumors. How are Bowgentle, von Villach, count number Brass . . .? " She diminished her gaze. "Von Villach was once killed via a flamelance in a conflict with darkish Empire troops at the northern borders. count number Brass ... " "What is it? " "When I final observed him, my father lay on a sickbed, or even Bowgentle's therapeutic powers appeared incapable of elevating him to health and wellbeing. it really is as though he had misplaced all feelings—as if he not wanted to dwell. He stated the Kamarg needs to quickly fall—he believed you lifeless for those who didn't go back within the time essential to have advised him you have been secure. " Hawkmoon's eyes blazed. "I needs to come back to the Kamarg posthaste—if purely to provide count number Brass the desire back to stay. With you long past, he can slightly have sustained any type of strength. " "If he lives at all," she stated softly, now not desirous to admit the chance. "He needs to reside. If the Kamarg nonetheless stands, then count number Brass lives. " From the passage past the corridor got here the sound of operating, booted toes. Hawkmoon driven Yisselda at the back of him and back drew his nice conflict blade. The door was once flung open, and Oladahn stood there panting, D'Averc now not a ways at the back of. "Dark Empire warriors," Oladahn acknowledged. "More of them than lets struggle. they have to be exploring the citadel and surrounds for survivors and booty. " D'Averc driven previous the little beastman. "I attempted to cause with them—claimed that I had the appropriate to command them, being of larger rank than their chief, but"—he shrugged—"it turns out D'Averc has no rank within the legions of Granbretan from now on. The damned pilot of the ornithopter lived lengthy adequate to inform a seek social gathering of my clumsiness in letting you break out. i'm as a lot an outlaw, now, as you. . . . " Hawkmoon frowned. "Come in, either, and bar that groovy door. it's going to carry them in the event that they assault. " "Is it the one go out? " D'Averc requested, appraising the door. "I imagine so," Hawkmoon acknowledged, "but we needs to fear approximately that ranking later. " From the shadows, the Warrior in Jet and Gold reemerged. in a single gloved hand the pink Amulet dangled from its twine. The twine used to be stained with blood. The Warrior dealt with it gingerly, no longer touching the stone itself, and stretched it out towards Hawkmoon as D'Averc and Oladahn moved quickly to swing the door close and bar it. "Here," stated the Warrior in Jet and Gold.