Category: David Weber

David Weber

Tisiphone stood silent and helpless in Alicia’s mind. It was all she could do to keep Alicia’s blind savagery from dragging Megaira under and clouding the lightning-fast reflexes which kept them both alive.She’d never guessed what she was creating, never imagined the monster she’d spawned. She’d seen the power of Alicia DeVries’s mind without recognizing the controls which kept that power in check, and only now had she begun to understand fully what she had done.She had shattered those controls. The compassion and mercy she’d feared no longer existed, only the red, ravening hunger. Yet terrible as that might be, there was worse. She’d found the hole Alicia had gnawed through the wall about her inner rage, and she couldn’t close it. Somehow, without even realizing it was possible, Alicia had reached beyond herself. She’d followed Tisiphone’s connection to the Fury’s own rage, her own destruction, and made that incalculable power hers as well.For the first time in millennia, Tisiphone faced another as powerful as herself, a mortal mind which had stolen the power of the Furies themselves, and that power had driven it mad.

David Weber

Other folk thought the Rage was simple bloodlust, a berserk savagery that neither knew nor cared what its target was, and so it was when it struck without warning. But when a hradani gave himself to it knowingly, it was as cold as it was hot, as rational as it was lethal. To embrace the Rage was to embrace a splendor, a glory, a denial of all restraint but not of reason. It was pure, elemental purpose, unencumbered by compassion or horror or pity, yet it was far more than mere frenzy.

David Weber

Shergahn and friend lay like poleaxed steers, and the Daranfelian’s greasy hair was thick with potatoes, carrots, gravy, and chunks of beef. His companion had less stew in his hair, but an equally large lump was rising fast, and Brandark flipped his improvised club into the air, caught it in proper dipping position, and filled it once more from the pot without even glancing at them. He raised the ladle to his nose, inhaled deeply, and glanced at the cook with an impudent twitch of his ears.”Smells delicious,” he said while the laughter started up all around the fire. “I imagine a bellyful of this should help a hungry man sleep. Why, just look what a single ladle of it did for Shergahn!

David Weber

Hot, bright heat filled him like some ecstatic poison, and Hartan’s pony shied in terror as a wordless howl burst from his throat. His dripping ears were flat to his skull, fire crackled in his brown eyes, his huge sword blurred in a whirring figure eight before him, and the brigand running at him gawked in sudden panic. The raider’s feet skidded in mud as he tried to brake, but it was far too late. He was face-to-face with the worst nightmare of any Norfressan, a Horse Stealer hradani in the grip of the Rage, and a thunderbolt of steel split him from crown to navel.