Publisher's Synopsis
Demon power or not, I watched from beneath the sand as a man unlike any warrior I'd ever seen stood his own against a howling storm of viciousness. Although I heard the sound of the dogs, what I heard most of all throughout the fight was the deep resonance of Kuri's voice continuing in soul stirring song that seemed to bring life into the dark of the night. As I watched the fight I noticed that there was a rhythm even to it. Even as I had run today faster than ever before, I now watched a sight unlike any I had ever encountered. Evanik dogs fell and shrieks rang out and yet the bloody flashes of the sword by moonlight never stopped as they carved up every attacker that came near. There could be no warrior such as Kuri in all the seven Kingdomer Nations or beyond for that matter. There were too many slain bodies to count laying upon the ground as dark shadows in the night. I heard the last of the pack give up the fight and run away across the desert. Kuri stood there alone in the dark in the stillness that followed. Never had I heard of a pack of Evanik dogs giving up a fight. There was something about Kuri that had gotten to them where other men had failed. Kuri turned and walked to where I lay beneath the sand. I watched by moonlight as blood continued to drip off the blade hanging at his side. Kuri?" He stopped and glanced back and I said, "I always want to be your friend Kuri." "And so you shall be!" I broke free of my stance and hurried to catch up with him. As I fell in alongside of him my mind replayed over all that I had seen. After we'd gone several hundred yards Kuri stopped by some dry brush and made a fire. I looked around, a little surprised that he would welcome more confrontation by making a fire. Then, I heard something in the distance from where we had just come.