Then suddenly I saw it. With only a slight churning to mark its rise to the surface,
the thing slid into view above the dark waters. Vast, polythemus like, and loathsome,
it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the monolith, about which it flung
its gigantic scaly arms, the while it bowed its hideous head and gave vent to
certain measured sounds. I think I went mad then.
From 'Dagon' a short story by H.P Lovecraft
The books I read, are classified by my friends as.. weird! Horror and fantasy, are the genre I always liked, and only the fact that I get immersed into a world that can only exist in the writter's mind, fascinates me.
The following passage, it's from the book I am currently reading. This small sample, it's in the second book of a trilogy called "Icewind Dale", by R.A Salvatore. It's based in the "Forgotten realms" world.
Bruenor put the torch to the oil-soaked cloak and raised his mithral axe high before him. The dragon
heard his coming and swerved in closer to the rim to investigate, and was as amased as the dwarf's
friends when bruenor, his shoulder and back aflaime, leaped from the edge and streaked down upon it.
Impossibly strong, as though all of the ghosts of clan Battlehamer had joined their hands with Bruenor,
upon the weapon handle and lent him their strengh, the dwarf's initial blow drove the mithral axe deep
into the dragon's back. The dragon shrieked in outrage and swerved wildly, even crushing into the
stone wall of the gorge.
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