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The Third Face Of Chaos
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ISBN-10: 1-55404-782-X
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Genre: Fantasy/SF/Science Fiction
eBook Length: 711 Pages
Published: October 2010



From inside the flap

Every worst case scenario has occurred – nuclear war, global warming, mass species extinction – to name but a few. Clusters of scientists survive and their advanced technology becomes something else – Magick. Over many centuries, absolute corruption sets in as they realize that they can do anything – any fantastic idea or desire can become a reality.

A thousand years after the Cataclysm, in the Pacific North-West, the successor races of man eke out a bare existence. Some successor races are making more rapid advances and have built a great Temple at Azatuk. A great event occurs. Fanatic human crusaders return. A mericless clash of civilizations begins. In the midst of this, through an impossible event, Kazad is born.

A series of adventures causes Kazad to encounter Lana, the most beautiful woman in the world. Kazad must win Lana. He must do this against the most horrendous odds that anyone could face. In the end, he wins the most beautiful woman in the world but not in the way he ever imagined…. Kazad discovers the Third Face of Chaos.

The Third Face Of Chaos (Excerpt)


PROLOGUE

"I shall know the truth and will do everything necessary to find it. I must know what happened to my parents!"

The prisoner stared back at The Woman defiantly but she could see the effects of the drug taking hold - could see his eyes starting to glaze. His breathing grew more and more shallow. Beads of perspiration glistened on his forehead. The Woman knew that the moment she had longed for since she was a child, crying until she could cry no more, had arrived.

A wave of her hand caused the two warriors to relax their hold upon the prisoner and step back. He sunk down on his chair and scowled. He gestured at the two priests who waited in another corner of the room with their writing sticks and parchment.

"Does it mean that much? Will you give me my life?"

"Yes to both your questions."

"Do you truly have enough power to allow an Aeldar to depart from cursed Azatuk?"

The Woman ignored that. She stepped close to him and leaned toward him, looking into his pale, fishlike eyes. "Is it true you can see the past?"

Momentarily a stubborn light flared in his eyes. Then the Aeldar sagged back in his chair as though he had made a decision. "I am a lore master of my people. If I possess the proper Focus my mind can wander back down the paths of time and I can see and feel what has happened. I can enter thoughts for a time or can merely observe things."

Suddenly contempt flared in his eyes. "But I doubt that your kind possesses the Focus to allow such a thing. What do you have for me - an old knife, a piece of bone, a rag? Even your great Temple of Azatuk is nothing but a speck of dust in the consciousness of the Aeldar. Perhaps I could look backwards for a day or two. I do not know if I can follow the path of one of your kind."

The Woman turned her head so he could not see her sad smile. She gestured to the two priests. "Write down everything. Remember he is a poet and teller of tales among his own kind. He possesses knowledge we will not understand. We also do not know where his thoughts will go."

Then she turned back to the prisoner. Slowly The Woman took the parcel from its hidden pocket and unwrapped it. She heard his loud cry of anguish and despair when he saw what lay within.

"This is your Focus," she announced. "Now, follow the path and tell me everything. I must know about my parents."