Dragon's Bluff: Dragonlance: Crossroads, Book 3
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The Crossroads Series explores previously un-described areas of the Dragonlance world. Dragonlance fans eagerly await detailed information on any area of their favorite fantasy world.
The port town of Flotsam has always been left to handle its own problems, neither asking for nor wanting help from the rest of Krynn. That is, until the young mage Ulin Majere and his traveling companion are summoned there to identify a murder victim. They quickly discover there is more to the rough seaport than just one dead body, including cagey thieves, failing magic, the Knights of Neraka, and a very greedy, very deadly red dragon.
then took her belongings into the second room. In the months since Ulin had pledged to marry her, he had been the proper gentleman: affectionate, loving, supportive, and faithful, but he refused to set a date to confirm their vows, and not once had he let his affection heat into honest passion. Lucy knew his reluctance was not due to her. He loved her and wanted to be with her, but he had thrown a shield around his heart. Some day, she believed, he would move beyond his fear and grief and take
steal—never steal—yet small items had a tendency to disappear, only to reappear later in a kender’s pouch or pocket or box of personal treasures. Kender liked to borrow things or save them for later or simply have them to admire, and if asked they would always return what they borrowed or offer it as a gift. The dour, serious-minded dwarves found kender irritating to say the least, but few people had the strength to stay mad at a kender for long. Challie was no exception. She knew anger was not
a broken bottle, and a dropped loaf of bread. “Where do all these tunnels go?” he asked Notwen when the subject of concrete had been thoroughly covered. “They run under Flotsam and connect most of the safe rooms. Any time a dragon appears, most of the people come underground. It’s the only way this town has survived. We have storerooms and an armory and even a place for a few animals.” He broke off, took a deep breath then went on. “These were the tunnels the thieves used to reach the treasury.
observation, he mixed together his grandmother’s well-known remedy for hangovers: Warm milk to coat the stomach, feverfew for headache, anise and cinnamon for nausea, and a dose of nux vomica for whatever those didn’t relieve. He sniffed it once and grimaced. He liked the smell of anise about as much as he liked chicken and dumpling soup. Carrying it out at arm’s length, he put it down in front of Kethril. “Hold your nose and drink it down,” he ordered. The gambler slumped in his chair and
into the inn. A large group had already assembled in the common room, and the people clustered together, drinking the new spring ale and talking intently. They quickly made room for Lucy and her companions. Aylesworthy poured his best white wine into a pair of goblets for the sheriff and her escort, and Lucy and Ulin drank a toast to each other and then to the guests. Everyone took a seat at one of the many tables. Kethril came in last. He looked surprisingly hale and energetic, back to his