Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
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Pelagir’s arm, strapped to the table, stripped to the bone, and scalpels moving above it<br />
like fireflies. Tiny troughs funneling molten metal into cast channels along his tendons and<br />
muscles.<br />
Agony.<br />
Legs, feet, arms, neck. His face. His eyes. Screams from nearby tables. Anguish pours.<br />
His throat has torn. He can feel metal wires being affixed to his muscles, anchored to his bones.<br />
<strong>The</strong> eyes of the Archmagus through the holes in the man’s mask. <strong>The</strong>y glitter with joy<br />
above the bloodstained face and gloves. His apprentices, who rush through the chamber.<br />
Through it all, the quiet, murmured chanting of the apprentices and the quiet sound of<br />
metal on flesh. <strong>The</strong> priests begin to move, looking into his eyes, then the eyes of the others.<br />
<strong>The</strong> ceiling of the cavern, the lights beaming down, halos around the heads of the<br />
surgeons. Pelagir has moved beyond pain and into a hazy realm. He watches the movements of<br />
the Archmagus as a detached observer now, watching the man’s hands move surely through the<br />
violations of his body. Each second the young man chooses to live or die, and each second he<br />
chooses life. Each choice is an act of will, each one harder than the next.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Archmagus’s hands, inside his skin, manipulating him. His fingers jerking open and<br />
closed. His legs twitching. Sutures and bandages, soaking through with a deep crimson.<br />
<strong>The</strong> chamber quiets. At two of the other tables, legs drum out a final beat as their owners<br />
succumb. From the seven remaining, Pelagir hears quiet and rasping moans. <strong>The</strong> Archmagus’s<br />
apprentices wheel their patients from the room. <strong>The</strong> priests murmur their benedictions above the<br />
bodies of the dead and depart.<br />
Behind them, pools of blood glisten wetly under the lights. Shiny metallic things crawl<br />
from slats behind the walls and suck these pools efficiently from the floor, then scurry back to<br />
their holes to await the next experiments.<br />
And then came the graduations.<br />
<strong>The</strong> first was private, and hardly a ceremony, held in the recovery room of the Tower of<br />
the Archmagus, one week after the ordeal. It was a dim room, with shutters on the high windows<br />
and a stout oak door at the head of the stairs. <strong>The</strong> eight young knights could hear the wind and<br />
birds outside with incredible clarity, and even the soft lights mounted high above them seemed<br />
almost too bright for comfort.<br />
<strong>Colin</strong> <strong>McComb</strong> <strong>Oathbreaker</strong>, <strong>Book</strong> 1: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Knight's</strong> <strong>Tale</strong><br />
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