Swords and Deviltry (Lankhmar) (Volume 1)

By Fritz Leiber

Swords and Deviltry, the 1st e-book of Leiber’s landmark sequence, introduces us to an odd global the place our strangers locate the customary in themselves and realize the icy energy of lady magic. 3 master-magician femme fatales and a sprightly lad remove darkness from the bonds among father and son, the connection among the bravado of the mind's eye and the braveness of fools. A hedge wizard explains the chilly battle among the sexes. Mouse and Fafhrd meet back and examine the reality of ways Mouse grew to become the grey Mouser. jointly they traverse the smoke and mirrors of Lankhmar studying increasingly more of the foggy international within which they stay, mapping the sinister silent indicators of the endless evening smog. They stick to the evening smog’s relation to the region’s eager for larceny and the hazy opiate of shallowness. final yet in no way least, they adventure the pleasures and pains of the town of Sevenscore Thousand people who smoke that would make them numerous extra adventures and misadventures.

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Fafhrd was once satisfied to determine his girl taking part in up correctly to this certainly strange notwithstanding pleasant scenario. Then taking a look at Vlana’s lengthy, red-stockinged leg stretched a long way at the back of her as she knelt at the different, he famous that the ground was once in every single place strewn—to the purpose of double, treble, and quadruple overlaps—with thick-piled, close-woven, many-hued rugs of the best imported from the japanese Lands. prior to he knew it, his thumb had shot towards the grey Mouser. “You’re the Rug Robber! ” he proclaimed. “You’re the Carpet Crimp! —and the Candle Corsair too,” he persevered, bearing on sequence of unsolved thefts which were at the lips of all Lankhmar whilst he and Vlana had arrived a moon in the past. The Mouser shrugged impassive-faced at Fafhrd, then without notice grinned, his slitted eyes a-twinkle, and broke into an impromptu dance which carried him whirling and jigging round the room and left him at the back of Fafhrd, the place he deftly reached down the hooded and long-sleeved large gown from the latter’s stooping shoulders, shook it out, conscientiously folded it, and set it on a pillow. After a protracted, doubtful pause, the woman in violet nervously patted along with her unfastened hand the fabric of gold beside her and Vlana seated herself there, conscientiously now not too shut, and the 2 ladies spoke jointly in low voices, Vlana taking the lead, even though now not evidently. The Mouser took off his personal grey, hooded cloak, folded it nearly fussily, and laid it beside Fafhrd’s. Then they unbelted their swords, and the Mouser set them atop folded gown and cloak. with out these guns and bulking clothing, the 2 males seemed all at once like youths, either with transparent, close-shaven faces, either narrow regardless of the swelling muscular tissues of Fafhrd’s hands and calves, he with lengthy red-gold hair falling down his again and approximately his shoulders, the Mouser with darkish hair minimize in bangs, the single in brown leather-based tunic labored with copper twine, the opposite in jerkin of coarsely woven grey silk. They smiled at one another. the sensation every one had of getting grew to become boy suddenly made their smiles for the 1st time a section embarrassed. The Mouser cleared his throat and, bowing a bit, yet taking a look nonetheless at Fafhrd, prolonged a loosely spread-fingered arm towards the golden sofa and stated with a initial stammer, although differently easily sufficient, “Fafhrd, my buddy, enable me to introduce you to my princess. Ivrian, my pricey, obtain Fafhrd graciously in the event you please, for this night he and that i fought again to again opposed to 3 and we conquered. ” Fafhrd complex, stooping a bit, the crown of his red-gold hair brushing the bestarred cover, and knelt ahead of Ivrian precisely as Vlana had. The narrow hand prolonged to him seemed regular now, yet used to be nonetheless quiveringly a-tremble, he found once he touched it. He dealt with it as though it have been silk woven of the white spider’s gossamer, slightly brushing it together with his lips, and nonetheless felt worried as he mumbled a few compliments. He didn't feel, at the least in the intervening time, that the Mouser used to be relatively as apprehensive as he, if no more so, praying demanding that Ivrian wouldn't overdo her princess half and snub their visitors, or cave in in trembling or tears or run to him or into the subsequent room, for Fafhrd and Vlana have been actually the 1st beings, human or animal, noble, freeman, or slave, that he had introduced or allowed into the posh nest he had created for his aristocratic beloved—save the 2 love birds that twittered in a silver cage putting to the opposite aspect of the hearth from the dais.

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