Winterlands 4 - Dragonstar by Barbara Hambly Read Free Book Online Page A

lake had been. Some distance away an immense plaza was demarcated from the desert by a ring of stones, water-shaped but uncut by human hand; a minor cavalry skirmish could have been fought inside it. He thought something glinted in the middle of that ring, like a palms-breadth of ice, but it was impossible to see what.
    A dance floor? The temple to some god whose very name was forgotten? Wind skated across the barrens of hard-packed earth and around the snaggletoothed rock, everything either silver or blue-black in the moon's blanched light. How long had it been since the smell of growing things had weighted the night here?
    By the taste of the air, dawn wasn't far off. The cold stung John's bruises, and his scalp, raw where the guards had shaved off his hair. He wrapped the earth-smelling robe tighter around him and wished his vision were good enough to see stars, so he'd have some idea of where he might be. They'd be winter stars still, only a month or so advanced from where they had stood when he'd ridden out from Alyn Hold in the freezing sleet, to do Aohila's bidding lest she harm his people and his son. The weeks he had spent following Amayon through the terrible Hell of the Shining Things, through the Hell of Winds and the ghastly dangers of Paradise, all these had dissolved like dreams. Only time had passed when he'd been in the other real world, with its bitter rain and its crowded streets and a woman he might have loved.
    High above the first yellowish blush in the eastern sky a comet danced, bright enough to be visible even to him. He had to take it on faith that it was the split-tailed Dragonstar he'd been reading descriptions of, and observing since the summer. Jenny had put a spell on his spectacles that they wouldn't get broken or lost: The guards had taken them off him when he'd been arrested, and he wondered where they were now and if the spell still worked.
    Would a jackal appear in a day or two, carrying them in its mouth?
    He'd be in serious trouble if it didn't.
    Not, he reflected, that he wasn't in serious trouble now.
    He retreated down the passageway to the painted chamber, sand whispering under his frozen feet. Save a dragon, slave a dragon, he thought again, and if this is his idea of savin' me life I only hope he left a couple more rabbits and a map to the nearest subway. Subways were a thing he'd learned about in the Otherworld, strings of metal chambers that whipped along through tunnels in the earth propelled by the emanations of etheric plasma.
    He'd have to ask Jenny about etheric plasma.
    If she would speak to him again.
    If he managed to get out of this place alive.
    He added a couple more logs to the fire—marveling that he could come within three feet of the flame without flinching—and stretched out carefully on the bracken again. He thought he'd lie awake for hours worrying about Jenny, or trying to come up with a scheme to get himself back to the Realm of Belmarie from wherever the hell he was now, but the only thought that went through his mind was, Where'd he get the bracken? And that only lasted for the four seconds between lying down and sleep.
    When he woke, Corvin was there. The dragon wore his human guise, the shape in which John had rescued him from demons in the flooded city that had seemed to extend forever: a spidery little man with a paunch, his hair dark-streaked silver. In that hammering chaos of burning laboratory and demon gunmen, John had gotten a brief glimpse of Corvin's eyes, which were like green opals, but he knew better than to meet them now or allow them to meet his. One could get lost in a dragon's eyes, and stand confused until it struck. Even at twenty-five and in full possession of his wits, John had barely escaped a much smaller dragon's claws and tail. Fourteen years later he still carried the scars on his back and thighs.
    “You got out of the Queen's prison box, then,” said John, easing himself gingerly up onto his elbow again. “I didn't know if that