The Sorcerer's Shadow

Akram, the wanderer, battles an ageless curse. He must slay the immortal sorceress, Nidyis, or be destroyed by her love. He was Akram, The Wanderer He spoke with a gutteural accent. He was tall, strongly built, rough-hewn-not a civilized man. His naked chest and dark face were grown thick with swarming balck hair; his teely black eyes burned with a sombre glare. His mouth was a hard line, matching his brow. His large hands were bruised and calloused-the hands of a fighter, a swordsman. His tattered breeches were of touch northern make, but his sword was noticeably the finist of the Neriam metal-smiths. He was a wanderer-nomore Neriam than he was Khomi. She was Nidyis, The Sorceress And she was beautiful. Her long and foamy hair letloose about her in teeming curls and glossy waves, down her round shoulders and long back, glistening darkly in the torchlight and starlight. Her lustrous dark eyes were shaded with kohl, and her full lips stained a shimmering wet crimson. About her naked throat was loosely draped a golden chain with ruby pendents. She wore a skirt of gossamor, falling languidly aorund her ripe hips. her voice was as husky and soft as a voice betraying whispered secrets. Their Love Was Timeless—- Their Destinies to Destory Each Other...