Brilliant, glittering, filled with color, the waters of the Eye of the World rolled before me.
The twin Suns of Scorpio hung in the western sky, drenching the world in color and radiance. The air smelled sweet, sweet with the fragrance of Kregen. Below, the tended fields passed in neat checkerboards of cultivation. Here there could be habitation close to the shore of the inner sea, for ahead the massive frowning fortress guarding the careless city of Sanurkazz offered sure protection. As I looked ahead over the windshield, I saw that smaller but no less dominating fortress of Felteraz rise into view.
Felteraz, with its lush estates and its town and its fortress, was built into the sheer rock over the sea. Memories of the view from the hig……
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