John Gregory Betancourt - The Dawn of Amber
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The first in a trilogy of prequel novels, fully authorised by the estate of Roger Zelazny. In Roger Zelazny's AMBER universe there is only one true world, of which all others are but Shadows. In the ten book saga that he created readers learnt that Amber was not the first true world; rather, it was the Courts of Chaos. The saga chronicled the adventures of the royal family of Amber, culminating with the world-shaking battle between champions from Amber and Chaos. Zelazny did not have the chance to create the origin of Amber and its royal family, or reveal other key information that is alluded to before he died. THE DAWN OF AMBER trilogy will expand the 'Amber' universe and answer the important questions left open, including how Amber was created and why. The events in the trilogy will precede those in the existing novels, but will follow some of the same, immortal characters. Finally fans of the series will discover why it was necessary to create Amber, how Chaos and Amber came to be at war, and the true nature of the universal, sentient forces that Amber and Chaos represent.
John Gregory Betancourt
The Dawn Of Amber
Prolog
One Year Ago
I felt the world around me bend and sway like the branches of a willow in a storm. Strange colors turned, misshapen geometries that couldn't possibly exist but somehow did, drifting like snowflakes, patterns within patterns within patterns. My vision brightened then dimmed, repeatedly, and in no perceptible rhythm.
Come...
A voice... where? I turned, the world kaleidoscoping.
Come to me...
The voice pulled me on.
Come to me, sons ofChaos...
I followed the sound across a land of ever-changing design and color to a tower made of skulls, some human and some clearly not. I stretched out my hand to touch its walls, but my fingers passed through the bones as though through fog.
Not real.
A vision? A dream?
A nightmare, more like it. The thought came from deep inside.
Come... the voice called to me.
I gave in to the sound and drifted forward, through the wall of skulls and into the heart of the tower.
Shadows flickered within. As my eyes began to adjust to the gloom, I could make out a stairway of arm and leg bones that circled the inside wall, climbing into a deeper darkness, descending into murky, pulsating redness.
I drifted down, and the redness resolved into a circle of torches and five men. Four of them wore finely wrought silvered chain mail of a design I had never seen before. They held down the limbs of the fifth man, who lay spread-eagled on a huge sacrificial altar, a single immense slab of gray marble threaded with intricate patterns of gold. His chest and stomach had been opened and his entrails spread across the altar as though some augur had been reading the future from them. When the victim shuddered suddenly, I realized the men were holding him down because he was still alive.
I reached instinctively for my sword. In any other time or place I would have rushed them, decency and honor commanding me to try to rescue this poor victim. Only he isn't real, I told myself. This was some sort of vision, some kind of fever dream or premonition.
I forced myself closer, staring at the dying man, trying to see his face. Was it mine? Did this vision predicting fate?
No, I saw with some relief, it wasn't me on the altar. His eyes were a muddy brown; mine are blue as the sea. His hair was lighter than mine, his skin smoother. He was little more than a boy, I thought, maybe fourteen or fifteen years old.
"Who are you?" I whispered, half to myself.
The suffering victim turned his head in my direction.
"Help me," he mouthed. He seemed to be staring straight at me, as though he could see me.
I reached out for him, but my hand passed through his body and into the stone of the altar. Had I become some sort of ghost? A powerless creature forced to watch atrocities unfold around me, with no power to act?
I pulled my hand free. A mild tingling, like the return of blood after circulation had been cut off, shot through my fingers, but nothing else. I couldn't help him.
The young man turned his head away. He shuddered again, but though tears rolled down his cheeks, he did not cry out. Brave and strong, I gave him that.
"Have courage," I whispered.
He did not reply, but his body began to shake and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Again that wild, uncontrollable rage surged inside me. Why was I here? Why was I having this vision? What could it possibly mean?
I looked at the soldiers, searching their faces for an explanation, and suddenly I realized they were not human. Their slitted eyes glowed a faint red behind their helms. Nasals and cheek guards concealed most of their features, but could not hide the faintly iridescent pattern of scales around their mouths and chins. I had never seen their like before. They must have the blood of serpents in their veins, I thought, to kill one so young in such a horrible manner.
The victim on the slab gave one last convulsive shudder, then lay still. They released him.
"Lord Zon," one of the soldiers croaked.
Something stirred in the darker shadows by the far wall. Slitted eyes, much larger than the soldiers' and set a foot apart, opened, then blinked twice. As the creature shifted, torchlight glinted off its metallic-gray scales and the sharp talons of its four spindly limbs.
I felt a sudden chill, a blind panic that made me want to run screaming from this tower. Yet I steeled myself and held firm in my place, facing it, knowing this to be a true enemy--the enemy of all men.
Yes, it said. The creature did not speak, but I heard the rumble of its words clearly in my head.
"He is dead."
Bring me the other son of Dworkin.
A shock of recognition went through me. Dworkin! I knew that name. But it had been such a very long time since I had seen him...
Calmly, two of the serpent-soldiers turned and left the tower through a doorway set deep in the shadows. The remaining pair pulled the young man off the slab and dragged him to a small hole in the floor. They rolled him into it, and he plunged into darkness. I did not hear him hit the bottom.
A moment later the other two returned, half carrying, half dragging another man between them, this one older than the one who had just died. He wore the tattered remains of a military uniform, but I did not recognize the design, and his face and hands were bruised and dirty. Still he bucked and fought, kicking and biting, struggling frantically to free himself. He almost threw off the serpent-soldiers several times; he was strong and determined not to be taken easily.
Instinctively, my hand sought my sword again. I wished I had the power to help him. But I remembered how my hand had passed through the body of the last victim and knew I could do nothing but watch.
The two soldiers who had disposed of the young man's body rushed forward, and together the four of them managed to heave the newcomer up onto the altar's slab. All four leaned on his limbs heavily, holding him down despite his valiant efforts to free himself.
The serpent-beast in the shadows stirred, immense scales sliding across the floor's stones. I heard a laugh that chilled my heart.
Son of Dworkin. You will help me now.
"Never!" the young man yelled. "You'll pay for this!" And he followed with a string of obscenities.
Then he raised his head defiantly, staring at the giant serpent, and the flickering torches revealed his features for the first time.
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