Camber could feel himself slipping even deeper into trance. Images formed and reformed on the blackness of thespellbound water before him, only to fade before he could read them.
But he must read them. He dared not fail.
At the very limits of awareness, he touched Ariella’s sleeping mind. And abruptly he knew the location of allAriella’s strength.
He was almost ready to withdraw, when suddenly the picture blanked and he caught an almost mindsplittingexplosion of rage. A wrenching pain lanced behind his eyes, blinding him. He had been detected! His touch had beentoo clumsy, too direct!
Ariella was awake and aware of his link—and she was trying to sustain the link he had created, to surge backmentally across that link . . . and destroy him!
“Anybody can write about magic, but it takes a special talent to convince the reader that the magic is real. Saint
Camber is Katherine Kurtz’s best book to date—unqualified. It has everything I enjoy in a book: magic, wonder,heroism, adventure, real people I can love and hate . . . and that marvelous blend of fantasy, medievalism and reality. Awinner!”
