"Show yourself, meddler," she said sharply. Her troubles were great enough without a stranger intruding on them. "Show yourself! I am sick to death of guessing you out."
A faint light sparked into existence before her. With a thin snap, it flared into startling brilliance. Darkness shattered, knifed into sudden shadows. Elienne shielded her aching eyes with her hands, half blinded, and found herself face to face with a Sorcerer.
Copyright Janny Wurts. Text excerpt from "Sorcerer's Legacy" which HarperCollins will be issuing in 1997.
