Book3:WereMyDreamIs
twanttoliveonwithoutmyfrieher.Goon,whatarewewaitingfor?Worseestotheworse,Iwillleavethisbodyofmihismysteriouspiedwithyouall.IfIlosemyhead,it’sonlyaneckwound,right?”Andso,holdingtheironsfirmlyintheirhands,thetwoofthemrantowardsthebattlefield. SwiftasthewhirlwindAtsrushedoveronhismajesticbckwarhorse,whirlinghismagicswordintheair.Richard’sheadwouldbeseveredfromhisbodythemomenttheswordssheddownwards.Justatthatcritient,Atssuddesomethingchiseyes.Allbecameablurofwhiteasifhewassurroundedbyathickwhitefogandhecouldhing.Heimmediatelytuggedonthereinsandtightlyreinedinhishorsethatneighedloudlyinprotest;itsfrontlegsrosehalfintheairandthenpranpceferociouslyseveraltimesbeforeitcouldstopitsonwardsurge.Si