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By Lynn Abbey

The world's best fable writers spin tales and loop the loop with each one other's characters in stories from the Vulgar Unicorn, the second one assortment during this distinct anthology sequence set within the notable urban of Sanctuary, the place you could benefit from the quiet beauty of Ambrosia condominium; pattern weird and wonderful pleasures on the condo of Whips; sip ale within the Vulgar Unicorn, and hear probably the most unusual, risky, magical and lethal stories ever told...

Philip Jose Farmer, A.E. Van Vogt, Robert Asprin, Lynn Abbey, Janet Morris, David Drake and Andrew J. Offutt have dreamed up an international of wonders - a superb examining experience!

* advent - Robert Asprin
* Spiders of the crimson Mage - Philip José Farmer
* Goddess - David Drake
* The Fruir of Enlibar - Lynn Abbey
* The Dream of the Sorceress - A.E. van Vogt
* Vashanka's Minion - Janet Morris
* Shadow's Pawn - Andrew J. Offutt
* to protect the Guardians - Robert Asprin
* Essay: The Lighter aspect of Sanctuary - Robert Asprin

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In the event you depart me by myself to do it. ”  rattling pushy tutelary god. “You blind my horse, O God, and that i will placed him below Your threshold rather than the enemies slain in conflict Your ritual calls for. Then we'll see who involves worship there. ” “Do no longer trifle with Me, guy. ” “Then permit me be. i'm doing the simplest i will. there isn't any room for overseas gods within the hearts of those Sanctuarites. The Ilsig gods they have been born lower than have obvious to that. Do anything remarkable: strike the terror of You into them. ” “I can't even make you cower, O impudent human! ” “Even Your visitations get outdated, after 300 and fifty years. pass scare the locals. This horse will founder, status sizzling within the rain. ” The thunder replaced its music, changing into canny. “Go you to the harbour. My son, and glance upon what My Majesty hath wrought! And into the Maze, the place i'm making My energy identified! ” With that, the corral of lightning vanished, the thunder ceased, and the clouds blew away on a west wind, in order that the whole moon shone upon the land. “Too a lot krrf,” the mercenary who had bought himself for a Hell Hound sighed. “Hell Hound” was once what the citizenry referred to as the Prince’s shield; so far as Tempus was once involved. Sanctuary was once Hell. the single factor that made it bearable used to be krrf, his drug of selection. Rubbing a clammy palm throughout his mouth, he dug in his human-hide belt until eventually looking out palms discovered a bit silver field he constantly carried. Flipping it open, he took a pinch of black Caronne krrf and, clenching his fist, piled the dirt into the hole among his first thumb joint and the fleshy muscle resulting in his knuckle. He sniffed deeply, sighed, and repeated the method, inundating his different nose. “Too a lot rattling krrf,” he chuckled, for the krrf had by no means been stepped on—he didn't purchase adulterated drugs—and all six and a part ft of him tingled from its kiss. this sort of days he must cease utilizing it—the comparable day he laid down his sword. He felt for its hilt, patted it. He had taken to calling it his “Wriggly-be good”, due to the fact he had come to this godforsaken warren of magicians and changelings and thieves. Then, the preliminary euphoria of the drug previous, he kneed his horse homewards. It used to be the krrf, no longer the directions of the lightning or any worry of Vashanka, that made him cross when it comes to the harbour. He was once jogging out his horse prior to taking it to the reliable the Hell Hounds shared with the barracks group of workers. What had ever possessed him to return down-country one of the Ilsigs? It was once no longer for his cost, which was once exorbitant, that he had come, for the sake of these pursuits within the Rankan capital who underwrote him—those who hated the Emperor rather a lot that they have been prepared to again the sort of loser as Kadakithis, in the event that they may perhaps do it with no turning into the brunt of too many jokes. It used to be now not for the temple, even though he was once happy to construct it. It used to be a few outdated, residual empathy in Tempus for a prince so inept as to be identified everywhere as “Kitty” which had made him come. Tempus had walked clear of his primogeniture in Azehur, many years in the past, leaving the throne to his brother, who was once no longer compromised by way of palace politics.

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