By Lynn Abbey
The world's best delusion 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 detailed anthology sequence set within the extraordinary urban of Sanctuary, the place you could benefit from the quiet attractiveness of Ambrosia apartment; pattern strange pleasures on the condo of Whips; sip ale within the Vulgar Unicorn, and hear one of the most unusual, harmful, 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 studying experience!
* creation - Robert Asprin
* Spiders of the pink 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 facet of Sanctuary - Robert Asprin
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Haemorrhages from mouth and nostril had smeared front of the helmet. To Samlor’s shock, the swimsuit of mail now gaped open down front. It was once able to be stripped off and worn through one other. The physique inside used to be shrivelled, its dermis as white as that of the grubs which burrow underneath tree bark. Samlor wiped his edgeless blade with thumb and forefinger. A tiny streak of blood was once the one signal that it had slipped among steel strains to do homicide. The Cirdonian left either matches of armour within the room. they'd no longer preserved different wearers. Wizard mail and its methods have been if you may possibly regulate it, and Samlor used to be all too aware of his personal humanity. The passageway bent, then shaped a tee with a slim hall 100 paces lengthy. The hall was once closed at both finish via residing rock. Its a long way wall was once, against this, artificial—basalt hexagons a bit greater than a foot in diameter around the apartments. there has been no signal of a doorway. Samlor remembered the iron grates clanging at the back of him what appeared an entire life in the past. He wiped his correct palm absently on his thigh. The caravan-master walked slowly down and again the size of the hall, from finish to finish. The basalt plaques have been indistinguishable one from one other. They rose ten ft to a naked ceiling which nonetheless bore the tool-marks of its slicing. Samlor stared on the basalt from the top of the tee, acutely aware that the oil in his lamp was once low and that he had no means of replenishing it. After a second he appeared down on the flooring. Struck by way of a surprising idea, he opened his fly and urinated on the base of the wall. The circulation splashed, then rolled progressively to the suitable down the invisible trench worn by way of a long time of footsteps. Thirty ft down the hall the liquid stopped and pooled, slimed with patches of airborne dirt and dust that broke up the mirrored lamplight. Samlor tested with specific care the plaques simply past the pool of urine. The seeming track used to be louder right here. He set his knife-point opposed to one of many hexagons and touched his brow to the butt-cap. basically and triumphantly rolled the notes of a hydraulic organ, performed someplace within the advanced of tunnels. Samlor sheathed the knife back and sighted alongside the stones themselves, retaining the sunshine above his head. The polished floor of 1 waist excessive plaque have been dulled by means of sweat and put on. Samlor pressed it and the subsequent hexagon over hinged out of the wall. The plaque which had lifted was once just a hand’s breadth thick, yet what the lamp confirmed past it was once a tunnel instead of a room: the rest of the wall was once of ordinary basalt columns, twenty toes lengthy and mendacity on their facets. to head extra, Samlor must move slowly alongside a gap slightly broad adequate to move his shoulders; and the opposite finish was once capped in addition. Samlor had spent his operating lifestyles lower than an open sky. He had up to now borne the conclusion of the hundreds rock above his head merely through resolutely now not wondering it. This rat-hole left him no selection … yet he might plow through it besides. a guy needed to be in a position to keep watch over his brain, or he wasn’t a guy … The Cirdonian set the lamp at the flooring.