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A Sculpted Smile [MultiFormat]
eBook by Ardath Mayhar
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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: Theristis, artist and wizard, knows everything there is to know about his chosen professions. Or so he thinks.
eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 1983
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2002
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [47 KB], eReader (PDB) [36 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [9 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [8 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [89 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [79 KB], hiebook (KML) [63 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [82 KB], iSilo (PDB) [7 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [9 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [60 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [15 KB]
Words: 3000
Reading time: 8-12 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
The gong growled its somber note as the sun went down. For a moment, the distant peak behind which it set underlined in scarlet and gold, and the wizard regarded it dourly. Not a good omen. He did not leave his terrace on this hot evening. His personal slave knew his habits and his likings. Before the light failed altogether, torches would be brought and his meal would be served upon a light table set beside his chair. He sighed, both with satisfaction at his admirably arranged domestic affairs and with unease at the evil omen in the sky. What important undertaking had he in train for the morrow? He could think of none, but so disturbed was his mind that he touched a small silver bell set into the curve of his armrest. Its tinkling brought Iarchos bowing onto the terrace, his narrow face beaded with sweat. It was hot enough for that, in all conscience, but his master took pleasure in thinking that it was more to be attributed to his fear at being summoned at this unexpected hour. "In what may I serve you, Powerful One?" His voice was a quaver, and Theristis smiled inwardly at it, though he kept a grim demeanor as he answered.
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