TheslaverturnedtogapeattheseatedHellHound.’Youmean…’
‘Tempus,’ Zalbar nodded. ‘Kurd told me of a drug he used to subdue his slaves,
so I got some from Stulwig and put it in my comrade’s krrf. He almost woke up
when we branded him … but Kurd was willing to accept my little peace offering
with no questions asked. We even cut out his tongue as an extra measure of
friendship.’
Another scream came – a low animal moan which lingered in the air as the two men
listened.
‘I couldn’t ask for a more fitting revenge,’ Jubal said at last, extending his
hand. ‘He’ll be a long time dying.’
‘If he dies at all,’ Zalbar commented, accepting the handshake. ‘He heals very
fast, you know.’
With that the two men parted company, mindless of the shrieks that followed
them.
THE LIGHTER SIDE OF SANCTUARY
The reader response to the first volume of Thieves’ World has been overwhelming
and heartwarming. (For those of you who were not aware of it: you can write to
me or any other author in care of their publisher.) The volume of correspondence
helped to sell volumes two and three and prompted a Thieves’ World wargame soon
to be released from the Chaosium. It seems that none of our Thieves’ World
readers realize that anthologies in general don’t sell and that fantasy
anthologies specifically are sudden death.
While the letters received have been brimming with enthusiasm and praise, there
has been one comment/criticism which has recurred in much of the correspondence.
Specifically, people have noted that Sanctuary is incredibly grim. It seems that