The Sorcerer_s Skull

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Lan Martak screamed in silent agony. The world shifted and turned to soft white all around. His words rattled and fell like tiny pebbles, but he didn' t hear them, he saw them. He reached out, cut his finger on them. The dripping blood wasn' t seen as much as it was tasted. His senses were jumbled and confused.

Sight, taste, smell, hearing, touch, all changed in a bewildering kaleidoscope. Lan heard himself falling, tasted the impact against velvet, heard the dim outline of someone near.

" Lan!" came the cry. " I' m frozen solid. Help meeeee!"

" Inyx!" He fought to order the universe, failed. Lan worked toward where the woman had been and found himself wrapped in downsoft clouds of vapor. He sought her. He didn' t find her.

For an eternity he staggered, senses altering in some unknowably random fashion. He felt his brain turn to liquid fire, things crawl through it, other things change within him. The occasional times he heard with his ears, saw with his eyes, felt with his fingers, he made slow progress. But to where?

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