A shadow appeared in the midst of the fire. A dark shape, moving. A survivor. The figure stepped out of the flames. Black armor, cracked and smoking. The warrior wore a dark cloak, and carried a sword dripping with blood. Innocent blood. His face was pale, with a heavy brow, and thin lips twisted into a sneer. One dark eye watched Tanner the other was hidden behind a leathery piece of the mask. Derthsin. The warrior who had killed his father. Tanner couldn't move as his enemy strode toward him. Every limb felt powerless. Derthsin lifted the sword above his head, and the bronze blade gleamed dimly. "All of the mask will be mine!" he bellowed. Tanner knew he was going to die. The sword descended with a deadly hiss, slicing the air. Excerpted from Chasing Evil by Adam Blade All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
