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Legacy of The Drow Tetralogy 精灵血脉四部曲之四
破晓之路 Passage to Dawn
作者 R.A.Salvatore
输入 Raistlin Majere
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序章 Prologue
She was beautiful,shapely,and pale-skinned with thick,lustrous hair cascading halfway down her
naked back. Her charms were offered openly,brazenly,conveyed to him at the end of a gentle touch.
So gentle. Little brushing fingers of energy tickled his chin,his jawbone,his neck.
Every muscle of his body tensed and he fought for control,battled the seductress with every bit of
willpower remaining in him after so many years.
He didn't even know why he resisted anymore,didn't consciously remember what offerings of the other
world,the real world,might be fueling his stubbornness. What were"right"and"wrong"in this place?
What might be the price of pleasure?
What more did he have to give?
The gentle touch continued,soothing his trembling muscles,raising goose bumps across his skin
wherever those fingers brushed. Calling to him. Bidding him to surrender.
Surrender.
He felt his willpower draining away,argued against his stubbornness. There was no reason to resist.
He could have soft sheets and a comfortable mattress;the smell-theawful reek so terrible that even
years had nont allowed him to get used to it-could be taken away. She could do that with her magic.
She had promised him.
Falling fast,he half-closed his eyes and felt the touch continuing,felt it more keenly than before.
He heard her snarl,a feral,bestial sound.
Now he looked past her. They were on the lip of a ridge,one of countless ridges across the
broken,heaving ground that trembled as if it were a living thing,breathing,laughing at him,mocking
him. They were up high. He knew that. The ravine beyond the ridge was wide,and yet he could not see
more than a couple of feet beyond the edges. The landscape was lost in the perpetual swirling
grayness,the smoky pall.
The Abyss.
Now it was his turn to growl,a sound that was not feral,not primal,but one of rationale,of
morality,of that tiny spark that remained in him of who he had been. He grabbed her hand and forced
it away,turning it,twisting it. Her strength in resisting confirmed his memories,for it was
supernatural,far beyond what her frame should have allowed.
Still,he was the stronger and he forced the hand away,turned it about,then set his stare upon her.
Her thick hair had shifted a bit,and one of her tiny white horns had poked through.
"Do not,my lover,"she purred. The weight of her plea nearly broke him. Like her physical
strength,her voice carried more than was natural. Her voice was a conduit of charms,of deceit,of
the ultimate lie that was all this place.
A scream erupted from his lips and he heaved her backward with all his strength,hurled her from the
ridge.
Huge batlike wings unfolded behind her and the succubus hovered,laughing at him,her open mouth
revealing horrid fangs that would have punctured his neck. She laughed and he knew that although he
had resisted,he had not won,could never win. She had almost broken him this time,came closer to it
than the last,and would be closer still the next. And so she laughed at him,mocked him. Always
mocking him!
He realized that it had been a test,always a test. He knew who had arranged it and was not
surprised when the whip tore into his back,laying him low. He tried to take cover,felt the intense
heat building al around him,but knew that there was no eascape.
A second snapping had him crawling for the ledge. Then came a third lash,and he grabbed on to the
lip of the ridge,screamed,and pulled himself over,wanting to pitch into the ravine,to splatter his
corporeal form against the rocks. Desperate to die.
Errtu,the great balor,twelve feet of smoking deep red scales and corded muscles,casually walked to
the edge and peered over. With eyes that had seen through the mists of the Abyss since the dawn of
time,Errtu sought out the falling form,then reached out to him.
He was falling slower.Then he was not falling at all. He was rising,caught in a telekinetic
web,reeled in by the master. The whip was waiting and the next lash sent him
spiraling,mercifully,into unconsciousness.
Errtu did not retract the whip's cords. The balor used the same telekinetic energy to wrap them
about the victim,binding him fast. Errtu looked back to the hysterical succubus and nodded. She had
done well this day.
Drool slipped over her bottom lip at sight of the unconscious form. She wanted to feast. In her
eyes,the table was set and waiting. A flap of her wings brought her back to the ledge and she
approached cautiously,seeking some way through the balor's defenses.
Errtu let her get close,so close,then gave a slight tug on the whip. His victim flopped away
weirdly,jumping past the balor's perpetual flames. Errtu shifted a step to the side,putting his
bulk between the victim and the succubus.
"I must,"she whined,daring to move a bit closer,half-walking and half-flying. Her deceivingly
delicate hands reached out and grasped at the smoky air. She trembled and panted.
Errtu stepped aside. She inched closer.
The balor was teasing her,she knew,but she could not turn away,not with the sight of this helpless
one. She whined,knowing she was going to be punished,but she could not stop.
Taking a slightly roundabout route,she walked past the balor. She whined again,her feet digging a
firm hold that she might rush to the prone victim and taste of him at least once before Errtu
denied her.
Out shot Errtu's arm,holding a sword that was wrought of lightning. He lifted it high and uttered a
command and the ground jolted with strength of a thunderstroke.
The succubus waited and leaped away,running for the ledge and then flying off of it,shrieking all
the while. Errtu's lightning hit her in the back and sent her spinning,and she was far below the
edge of the ridge before she regained control.
Back on the ledge,Errtu gave her not another thought. The Balor was thinking of his prisoner,always
of his prisoner. He enjoyed tormenting the wretch,but had to continually sublimate his bestial
urges. He could not destroy this one,could not break him too far,else the victim would hold no
value for the balor. This was but one being,and measured against the promise of freedom to walk
again on the Prime Material Plane,that did not seem so much.
Only Drizzt Do'Urden,the renegade dark elf,the one who had banished Errtu to a hundred years in the
Abyss,could grant that freedom. The drow would do that, Errtu believed,in exchange for the wretch.
Errtu turned his horned,apelike head to look over one massive shoulder. The fires that surrounded
the balod burned low now,simmering as was Errtu's rage. Patience,the balor reminded himself. The
wretch was valuable and had to be preserved.
The time was coming,Errtu knew. He would speak with Drizzt Do'Urden before another year had passed
on the Material Plane. Errtu had made contact with the witch,and she would deliver his message.
Then the balor,one of the true tanar'ri,among the greatest denizens of the lower planes,would be
free. Then Errtu could destroy the wretch,could destroy Drizzt Do'Urden,and could destroy every
being that loved the renegade drow.
Patience.
章节名
Part 1
Wind and Spray
Chapter 1
The Sea Sprite
Chapter 2
The First Messenger
Chapter 3
The Message,Subtly Told
Chapter 4
Unasked for "Assistance"
Chapter 5
A Passing Thought
Chapter 6
The Nomads
Part 2
The Fog of Fate
Chapter 7
Mintarn
Chapter 8
Sea Talk
Chapter 9
Caerwich
Chapter 10
Kierstaad's Heart
Chapter 11
Brewing Storm
Chapter 12
The Fog of Fate
Part 3
The Nature of Evil
Chapter 13
The Spirit Soaring
Chapter 14
The Flustered Wizard
Chapter 15
Darkness Incarnate
Chapter 16
The Bait
Chapter 17
The Feel of Power
Part 4
Icewind Dale
Chapter 18
Walking the Wind
Chapter 19
And All The World is Theirs
Chapter 20
Earning Their Pay
Chapter 21
Whenever
Chapter 22
Like Old Times
Chapter 23
Cryshal-Tirith
Part 5
Mortal Enemies
Chapter 24
Stumpet's Walk
Chapter 25
To The Bergs
Chapter 26
Not By Surprise
Chapter 27
Showdown
Chapter 28
The Son of Beornegar
