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Candles in Uluria
Candles in Uluria
Candles in Uluria
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Candles in Uluria

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Driven by a supernatural storm to the shores of a strange land, the wizard Mal Veron must confront the powers of a malicious cult that practices human sacrifice and intends to use his life force to summon a god of chaos and unleash it upon the world.

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PublisherWalter Lazo
Release dateSep 4, 2018
ISBN9780463014370
Candles in Uluria
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Walter Lazo

“Our free short stories are intended as a doorway to our more mature premium works. Their purpose is to showcase the author’s writing style and use of evocative imagery. Although these are his earlier works—he has gotten much better since—they serve as a nice introduction to his thematic concerns as well as to his belief that a story has to be believed in to be effective. Therefore, what he presents in these stories are situations and the reactions of characters within those situations.”Walter Lazo was born in Cambridge, MA, and now lives in North Carolina. As a child he discovered his love of Weird Fiction and large, epic, heroic stories, as well as German and Greek mythology, devouring the works of H.P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, J.R.R. Tolkien, Stephen King, the Grimm brothers, Bram Stoker, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.Walter grew up reading the short stories of Richard Matheson, and later discovered the works of the great science fiction writers of the 20th century; namely, Philip K. Dick, Ray Bradbury and Isaac Asimov.He enjoys writing horror and science fiction stories with an occasional martial arts story thrown in for good measure. He is currently obsessed with the short story form and hopes that it will make a comeback in popularity. As an adult he has tried to create his own mythos, writing about the Demon World and other creatures that torment men’s dreams.He is a longtime fan of Stephen King and of the works of J.R.R. Tolkien.! ! ! A T T E N T I O N ! ! !Our Forums Are Now OPEN!Join us at: http://werewolfwinter.com/forum/

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    Candles in Uluria - Walter Lazo

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    WALTER LAZO

    ISBN: 0-463-01437-5

    ISBN-13: 978-0-463-01437-0

    CANDLES IN ULURIA

    by

    Walter Lazo

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    Table of Contents

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    From The Author ………….……………………………...….

    1

    The arched stone bridge connected the two large land masses divided by a great chasm, an abyss, together. On one side birds chirped, squirrels scurried, insects buzzed, and a bright white sun shone above a yellow sky. On the other side it was always winter, it was always night, and nothing moved nor made a sound. Reion took a deep breath and let it out in stuttering bursts. Help me, Isis, divine mercy, in the hour of my death, he silently prayed.

    He wore only a green tunic and old, worn trousers. Even though he knew he would be entering a land of bitter winter, he did not wear his heavy coat. He would not be selfish and take it with him when one of the living could still benefit from it. He was going to die; he knew this. He was the sacrifice, the price they had to pay to keep the gods appeased.

    Reion closed his eyes and offered another prayer to Isis. His eyes watered and burned, and tears streamed down his face. The full hopelessness of his situation struck him like a poisoned spear. For just a brief moment, he thought about fleeing, about running through the Spider Forest—he knew it well—making his way to the docks of Veted, and selling himself as a slave to some ship. At least he would be alive. But he knew if he did this, he would be condemning his village to a terrible fate. The will of the gods could not be denied.

    He took his first step on the bridge. His legs shook violently. His body swayed. He had to drop to his knees to keep himself from keeling over. Bitterness welled up inside him, and he pulled hard on his dark brown hair, hoping the pain would clear his head and reaffirm his resolve.

    No rails, he muttered to himself as he stood back up and began taking short, shuffling steps. It’s not fair, he thought. I have only seen fifteen summers. Someone much older, who had already lived his life, should have been the sacrifice. But he well knew, even in the short amount of time he had been alive, that that was never the case, that the old never sacrificed themselves but required a sacrifice from everybody else, always.

    His feet moved almost of their own volition, and he reached the apex of the bridge, the top of the arch. He looked down but could not see the bottom, only perpetual darkness. He wondered if the darkness stretched out into infinity, and he wondered what would happen if he jumped. Would the gods feel cheated of their sacrifice? He snickered. Maybe a village willing to sacrifice the innocent for its own sake deserved to be damned. Still, he could not, for there were people he cared about in the village of Sucretia—his mother,

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